On Being Sick

 

"Mama, I feel like macaroni in the soup. I feel like spaghetti. And I am lonely." 

"Why are you lonely, Milla? I am right here, beside you." 

"Because I have nothing to do."

"That's not lonely, MIlla, that's being bored."

"OK, then I am bored."

"Sick and bored. That's not a good combination, is it?"