Oliver (holding thermometer): I’m going to take your furniture, Mommy.
Me: OK. (opens mouth)
Oliver puts thermometer in my mouth, holds it there for a few seconds, pulls it back out.
Oliver: 38. You’re all better, Mommy.
Me: Oh, good. Thank you, Oliver.
This comes a couple of days after Oliver took a flashlight, asked me what hurt, shone the flashlight on the hurty parts, and pronounced them all better.
I love that kid.