I love my kids. They are my life. I love them more than anyone or anything in this world. Including New York Super Fudge Chunk Ben & Jerry's ice cream. And pumpkin-spice cake donuts. Even more than Joan of Arcadia. Yes. I love them THAT much.
But no one, and I mean NO ONE, should be expected to respond to a sick, feverish little child who gets right in her face and coughs-- nay, HACKS UP A LITTLE LUNG-- in any way other than my way, which involves recoiling in surprised horror, wiping the spittle and mucus from my face, and bellowing-- in a nurturing, loving, and wholly instructional way, of course-- "GAH! Ew! CHILD! Cover your MOUTH!!"
Hey. I see a teaching opportunity and I take it. That's just the kind of mother I am.

