Mom: I'm sick. I feel like crap. My nose is stuffy and I think I have a fever. I'm going to bed now. [ed. note: at 2 pm]
Me: I'm so sorry to hear you're not feeling well! Go to sleep.
Mom: Ted [the cat] just came in. He's all muddy.
Me: Well you should put him back outside then
Mom: He won't let me touch him.
Me: I'm sorry to hear that
Mom: Now the cats are dancing on the table.
Me: Mom, that's a hallucination. Go to sleep.
|Ted, the possibly-dancing cat|