Curing Emmi's Illnesses

After eating an entire cupcake (which Emmi insisted was "breakfast" despite being 4:30pm), Emmi attempted to hand me the cupcake wrapper.

"Put it in the trash, Ems," I said.

She put her hand to her head. In a pathetic voice she says, "I'm too sick," while holding the cupcake wrapper out to me.

"Hmmm," I said. "I guess you can't go swimming."

Her eyes lit up. "Swimming! I not sick!"

The wrapper is in the trash, and I still have not moved from the couch.