You look tired. How did you sleep last night?

Mother in a kitchen. She is standing in front of the counter, her back to a bar with stools. It is earlier morning around 7. A little boy enters in his pajamas, he looks tired and a little pale. He sniffles. Mother glances at him briefly, then goes back to facing the counter and opens a cupboard pulling out a bowl.

Mother: Hey, Buddy, good morning.
Little Boy: [He croaks a little] Hi mommy.

Little Boy climbs up on to a stool and sits his chin in his hands. Mother opens another cupboard with cereal in it.

Mother: What kind do you want, hon?
Little Boy: [Somber and a little scratchy sounding] I don't know...

Mother turns around and looks at Little Boy carefully.

Mother: You're sick, aren't you? [Little Boy coughs] Mmm...[She walks over and sits on a stool next to him] How about...I make you pancakes? Would you like that? [Little Boy nods but doesn't smile] And...I could make soup. How about I stay home with you today and we make soup., and take a nap, and kick that sickness right out of you?

Little Boy smiles and nods. Mother gets up from the stool and kisses Little Boy on the forehead.