It's the chest cold variety, where you would rather cut off your head than cough and you shiver in 90 degree weather, as I have been doing all day.
They are all taking good care of me with need for very minimal guilt trips. The only time I have had to employ the Mommy guilt is on this one:
When I wanted one of her special popsicles.......
I finally got one.
It was good.
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