I have two children in my house (well, I have seven, but for the sake of this tale, I have two).
One fine morning one says, "Mom, I don't feel so well. Can I lay down?" When I feel his forehead, he has a raging fever! So, I tuck him into bed, give him some herbs and he goes to sleep. And he stays asleep the rest of the day, only waking when I bring him more herbs or homeopathics. He wants the light off, the room quiet and to not be disturbed. He doesn't want to eat or read or to be entertained. He just wants to sleep it off. And he does. He wakes up the next morning bright-eyed and happy! His illnesses rarely last more than 24 hours. He bounces right back.
Then there is the other child....
He says, "Mom!!!!!!! I DON'T FEEL GOOOOOOOOOOD!" And I feel his forehead and he might feel a bit warm but not much. "Would you like to lay down?" I ask. "I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!!!" he whines. So, I tuck him into bed and give him some kombucha and some homeopathics. He tosses and turns and gets up and throws himself on the couch and complains that what I gave him didn't help. "My head hurts, Mom! Please do something!" Finally he wears me down and I give him a half a Tylenol. About 3 am, I hear "MOM!!!!!!!!!! MOM!!!!!!!!!!!" in that desperate tone of voice. I race up the stairs thinking I'm going to find vomit or something. Instead I hear, "Mom, I can't sleep." Ummmm.......so you think I shouldn't either? I don't say that, but it's what I'm thinking. So, I make him a bed on the couch and give him a drink and some herbs. About an hour later he's in my bed tossing like a trout. His illness drags on for 2-3 days like this until he is over it.
Oh......I wish they could all be like the first one. But, it's blatantly obvious to both Gana and I that one takes after me and the other takes after him.
You can speculate which is which.