From the wonderful blog, Not Always Right:
(Note: 40 degrees Celsius is about 104 degrees Fahrenheit.)
Me: *on the phone* “Hi, I’ll need you to come and pick up your son right away. He’s not feeling very well.”
Mother: “What’s wrong?”
Me: “He’s running a 40 degree temperature.”
Mother: “Oh. No, he’s fine. That’s normal.”
Me: “Uh, I’m sorry?”
Mother: “Don’t worry about him, love. That’s normal. He’s a werewolf, you know. Werewolves run hot. Didn’t you know that?”
(It takes me a few moments, but I realize she’s perfectly serious.)
Me: “I’m sorry, but I still think you need to take him to the doctor.”
Mother: “Ugh, fine. I’ll come and get him, but the doctor will only say what I told you!”
(Note: 40 degrees Celsius is about 104 degrees Fahrenheit.)
Me: *on the phone* “Hi, I’ll need you to come and pick up your son right away. He’s not feeling very well.”
Mother: “What’s wrong?”
Me: “He’s running a 40 degree temperature.”
Mother: “Oh. No, he’s fine. That’s normal.”
Me: “Uh, I’m sorry?”
Mother: “Don’t worry about him, love. That’s normal. He’s a werewolf, you know. Werewolves run hot. Didn’t you know that?”
(It takes me a few moments, but I realize she’s perfectly serious.)
Me: “I’m sorry, but I still think you need to take him to the doctor.”
Mother: “Ugh, fine. I’ll come and get him, but the doctor will only say what I told you!”
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