This is how fevers are dealt with in our house.
Papa: Luna, what do you want for dinner?
Later, Gabe finds me in the bedroom and tells me that Luna had two popsicles.
Tulip: Papa, why did Luna get two popsicles?
Papa: Because she's sick.
Tulip: Oh, well, I'm still a little sick too you know.
Papa: Do you want another popsicle?
Grinning and nodding Tulip.
Papa: Okay, let's go get you another popsicle.
Tulip does a twinkle dance down the hall.
I smile to myself and think how happy we all can be when we are sick.