I'm thirsty. I walk into the living room and see my water glass with a few swallows of water in it. I take a big swallow. I lower the glass and stare into it.
"Mom? Why does this taste bad?"
The Teacher leans around the doorway, looks at the water glass and then glares at me. "That would be because that's my medicated water."
I put her glass down and find my real water glass in the kitchen. I sip cautiously.
Fortunately, it's only liver medicine and she says it won't hurt me. But it tasted bad.
Aren't you glad you aren't me?