Elliott: Mommy, I have a fever.
Me: Really? Where do you feel sick?
Elliott: Right here. (Pointing to his arm pit). I need a temperature to help me feel better.
Who can resist such logic? So, I got the thermometer and put it under his arm. He was SO happy because it made him feel much better. Plus, he got to put it back in the container which led to enthusiastic thanks and hugs.
Man, I love that nugget.