I'm laying on the couch, it had been one of those days, exhausting in every level, kids were on my nerves, I needed a minute, strike that, a million minutes.
Vivianne walks over to the couch:
Mom, are you sick?
Me: No (big sigh).
Vivianne: What's wrong then?
Me: I sort of feel like my head is going to explode.
Moments later I get up off the couch to go sit down for dinner. Vivianne comes over with her salt and pepper shakers from her toy kitchen. She presses them to forehead:
Here, Mom, these are head explosion helpers