My ten year old came to me with a sore throat and a bit of a cough. He is not one to complain easily so I offered to keep him home from school. My eight year old son, on hearing this, tore into the kitchen and demanded that I feel his forehead too and be given the option to stay home. I felt the forehead and did not think that he was at death’s door. I reminded him, for the third time that morning that I was doing the school run this week and...