One of my close friends has a sick little guy today. We went to her house to drop something off, and Punkin wanted to take it to the door.
Me: No, one of the boys is sick.
Punkin: What's wrong with him?
Me: He's got a fever and he doesn't feel good, so he is laying on the couch and letting his big brother hug on him.
Punkin: Oh. Well, can I go see him just laying on the couch?
Me: Because I don't want you to get sick.
Punkin (matter of factly): But then I would be calm.
Should I laugh or cry?