"go to bed!" I say to you, standing in the door frame of the living room.

"no! I'm healthy!" you answer me outraged, standing offended in the middle of the living room, standing behind the sofa that separates us from each other.

"You're not healthy! You have a fever, and, on top of that, a sore throat!" I say, unnerved. "and besides, don't argue with me! I'm the doctor and the adult here!" I add.