Stage 1 (First Year):
“Sugar Dumpling, I’ve really been worried about my baby girl. You’ve got a bad sniffle, and there’s no telling about these things with all the strep going around. I’m putting you in the hospital this afternoon for a general check-up and a good rest. I know the food is lousy there, so I’ll be bringing you food from Tosini’s. I’ve already got it all arranged with the floor superintendent.”
Stage 2 (Second Year):
“Listen, darling, I don’t like the sound of that cough. I’ve called Doc Miller to rush over here. Now you go to bed like a good girl, please? Just for papa.”
Stage 3 (Third Year):
“Maybe you better lie down, honey. Nothing like a little rest when you feel lousy. I’ll bring you something to eat. Do we have any soup?”
Stage 4 (Fourth Year):
“Look, dear, be sensible. After you’ve fed the kids and washed the dishes, you better hit the sack.”
Stage 5 (Fifth Year):
“Why don’t you just take a couple aspirin?”
Stage 6 (Sixth Year):
“If you’d just gargle or something instead of sitting around barking like a seal…”
Stage 7 (Seventh Year):
“For Pete’s sake, stop sneezing. Are you trying to give me pneumonia?”
