Cough, cough

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.