“Make sure you put on your heavy jacket, young man. Do you have any idea how cold it is out there? You’re going to get sick,” mom yelled from the bottom of the steps.
“Uh huh,” Ty said as he slipped the hoodie over his head.
“Did you hear me? You better put on a heavy jacket.”
“You’re not listening, are you? What did I just say?”
“Don’t worry. I promise,” Ty said as he came down the stairs two at a time.
“When you’re sick you better not come crying to me about – “
“Yep, whatever, mom. Love you.” Ty planted a kiss on his mom’s cheek and bolted through the door.
The next morning Ty woke with a splitting headache. His nose was runny and his throat scratchy.
“Mom,” he called weakly from his room.
A few minutes later, mom appeared in the doorway. “Looks like you’re suffering from the whatevers there.” She laughed.
“Come on,” mom said. “Let’s get some chicken soup in you.”