So when I spent the night in the hospital room with my dad, he had me up at midnight, and then 2AM, and then permanently up for the day at 5AM. As I was helping him out of bed for the bathroom, I asked, "so dad, where's your favorite daughter now?" Now...Kelly has a cold, and that's why she claimed she couldn't spend the night with him.
My dad replied, "Oh she's probably at the hotel, snoring away, getting a new bug that can come up through my UTERUS and into my lungs and darn near kill me."
(I think he meant URETHRA? Later I told Kelly and she wasn't worried. She said he never denied that she was the favorite.)