Literally as they enter the classroom:
Nigel: "Ms. Kirch, see my eye? It's red. Actually pink. I have pink eye. But it's not the contagious kind."
My thoughts: "First of all, he knows the word contagious? He's five years old. And secondly, I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure all pink eye is contagious. He's going to the nurse."
Next, Geraldine enters...
Geraldine: "Ms. Kirch, I wasn't here yesterday."
My thoughts: "Umm, I know..."
Geraldine: "I was sick."
Me: "Well I'm glad you're feeling better. What kind of sick... headache, stomachache?"
Geraldine: "I had bugs in my head."
My thoughts: "Is she trying to say she has a mental illness? What is she talking about? Oh my gosh *ALARM BELLS LICE ALARM BELLS*, she probably means bugs in her HAIR!"
Me: "You mean bugs in your hair?"
Geraldine: "Yes. But don't worry, my mom got them all out."
Me: "NO. You're going to the nurse. Walk with Nigel."
All this is before 8am.