There is absolutely nothing noteworthy about a cold. Small sicknesses come and go, with fevers and chills and barking coughs--that's life. This week, the kid has been sick (no taking him to preschool), and now I am coughing and sputtering and loathe to leave the bed. Eh. So be it.
However. For next time, I'm making one small vow: I will designate a box of handkerchiefs. Separate, that is, from our dinner napkins. Transitioning a three year old from tissues to hankies is a piece of cake; teaching him which bright squares are not for the nose, not so much. xox