Exchange between Nolan and I two nights ago, me: "I think I'm going to take you to the walk-in clinic to have someone look at your throat." Nolan: "No! I don't want to!" me: "It's at Target." Nolan: "OK! (grabs coat.)"
Nolan sat at the Target clinic happily reading his Star Wars book, politely coughing into his elbow. Turns out he had strep throat. What is it about that place?