Good news! My daughter has caught my husband's man cold. I KNOW, PEOPLE, I KNOW! How did I find out? A sampling of her comments:
"Mom, (cough cough) I taste blood! My throat is bleeding (cough) because I'm coughing sohard!"
"Mom, (cough) it hurts my fingers to touch stuff."
"Mom, (sprawled across the floor) Check my forehead. (cough) Bring me some medicine. (sigh) Can you get me some orange juice? I want the big chair in the car, so make the boys sit in the back. My neck hurts. My skin hurts. Can the boys clean my room?"
So yeah. Wish me well.
On a side note, my dear husband was obliged to awaken me in the predawn light, on his way out the door, to show me his cold sore. Because yes, it was THAT important for me to know that one~he has a cold sore, two~it's because he has a cold, and three~cold sores are caused by stress, and clearly he is stressed, on account of the physical manifestation on his lip.
But he can't help it. He's a man, and he has a cold.
Poor little bunny.