It is 1 a.m. and we hear Miguel call out to us from his room. We go in and he complains that his hands are hot, the sure sign that he has a fever. We dope him up and I get into bed with him. He doesn't feel well and is frightened. Vikki: Don't worry honey. Mãe and I always take good care of you.
Miguel (urgently): What mama? What did you say?
Vikki: I said, mãe and I always take good care of you.
Miguel: Oh, I thought you said "archaeologist".