Ricky: Dad, I don't feel very well.
Dad: Oh my! I think you have a fever.
Dad: Go back to bed, Ricky.
Dad: You shouldn't go to school today.
Ricky: Yes, Dad.
Rachel: Can I stay home to take care of Ricky?
Dad: No, you have to go to school.
Dad: Have something to eat, Ricky.
Dad: I'm going downstairs. Call me if you need anything.
Ricky: Okay, Dad. Dad!
Dad: What do you need, son?
Ricky: A glass of water, please.
Ricky: Dad!
Dad: He must be feeling better.
Dad: That's the tenth time he has called.
Dad: Are you feeling better, Ricky?
Ricky: Ohh, I feel worse.
Dad: Go to sleep, then.
Dad: I'm going to have an ice-cream sundae.
Ricky: Wait! I think I feel better now.
Dad: Ricky Raccoon, you were pretending. Shame on you!
Ricky: Sorry, Dad. I really was sick this morning.
Ricky: Can I have some ice cream?
Ricky: I feel better now.
Dad: Come on!