In my son’s understanding, I was to be blamed for this:
Little Dynamo: (coughing while we were cuddling on the bed, sleeping time)
Me: You’re coughing because of those chocolates you ate. That was a lot of chocolate.
LD: Because I ate a lot of chocolates? Because you gave me a lot of chocolates?
Me: (quiet – he was actually sneaking on the M&Ms his lola gave him as a present despite my protests)
LD: Mommy, say sorry to me.
Me: What? Why?
LD: Say sorry to me because you gave me a lot of chocolates. Now I am coughing.
Another anecdote to tell his Dad.