Laying it on the line, parent style

We're in the car this weekend en route to a party. Pygment is checking to make sure that K has taken his antihistamine.
L: I need an antihistamine too
Me: You haven't been sneezing or sniffling. I don't think you need one.
L: Well, but my throat hurts
Me: If your throat hurts then it's probably the case that you're sick and we shouldn't take you to a party. So if your throat hurts I need to turn the car around and take you back home. Now, does your throat hurt?
L (in a very small, quiet voice): A little.
(L continued to insist that he, too, has allergies, which led Pygment and me to explain in fairly clear detail just what's involved in allergy testing in terms of needles. I also had to explain "white to move and mate in three" which is how I describe the back-scratch version of allergy testing.)
no subject
no subject
I've had to convince medical personnel on numerous occasions that the protection tape can provide is not enough for the weeks it will take for my skin to calm down. (Now, to be fair, there are also times that it makes sense to suck it up and have the whatever bandaged, but that's not as often as some would think.)