Me: *with a hacking cough and sore throat*
It was a cough, it was a cough,
It was a cough that took her off.
Older daughter: *rolls her eyes*
Me: *continuing piteously*
It was a coffin, coffin,
It was a coffin they took her off in.
Younger daughter: Bye amma.
– When all you need is someone to give you a hug and make you a hot cup of tea, and instead all you get are unsympathetic brats.