My little daughter was so hot, laying there on the bed.
She opened her mouth slightly, and I gently eased it in.
“Move your tongue a little,” I told her.
She sighed. I could see beads of sweat on her forehead.
“That’s better, baby.”
In moments I was done. I drew it out and looked at it.
“Yup, just what I suspected. 39 degrees, you’ve got a fever!”