Abnormal

I had a phone call last night from the Boy. No singing this time.

Boy: Hello Auntie, I am abnormal.

Auntie: I know that. Who told you?

Boy: The thermometer. I have a temperature of 89 and Daddy says I am dead.

Auntie: That's nice. Does your body know that?

Boy: I'm not dead (amidst lots of wailing), I'm abnormal. Mummy said so.

Auntie: Okkaaaaayyyyyyyy. But I don't think Mummy meant your temperature.

Boy: Nanny took it and it was........

Lots of whispers in the backgroundBoy: 98 and 60.

Auntie: But that is completely normal. Not freakish. Not dead.

Boy: So I am not abnormal?

Auntie: Yes you are, but that is nothing to do with your temperature. Go bug somebody else.

Boy: OK. Bye Auntie!