Healthy as a Horse

I was downstairs at my desk and heard a roucous upstairs...

"Whatcha doin' bud?"
"Takin' my temperature."
"....why?"
"Just cause."

I heard the tell tale beeping of the thermometer and then:

"Mom?  What am I supposed to be at?"
Knowing he's taking it under his arm and it will be at least 1 degree low: "Eh, around 97 something."
"Ummmmm...I'm at about 7."
"Bring it here."
"See?  6.56"
"You're holding it upside down.  It says 95.9.  You're fine."