No. Really. I have a cough.

B came into my room early in the morning. "I don't want to go to school," he mumbled. "Really?" I yawned. "How come?" "I have a cough." He demonstrated with a certain measure of credibility. "Okay," I said. "But I have a bunch of errands to run. Including grocery shopping." "Can I play with my iPod while you're shopping?" "No." "Oh. Okay well I'm still sick." He coughed again. "Alright," I conceded. "You can stay home." "Mom?" B asked. "Yes?" "Can we go for a bike ride to the playground after the grocery store?" (I think that maybe school is in order...)