I've written about the Man Cold before. This strange phenomenon seems to affect all men - doctors, contractors, engineers, rec coordinators. I think I've finally figured out where it begins and who's to blame.
Last night, Joseph's fever was down and he was finally able to sleep in his own bed. I tucked him in, pulling the covers snug.
"Okay, baby. Mommy loves you. Good night." I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.
"I need my tissues."
"Okay." I grabbed the box, taking two out.
"No. I need the box." I placed the whole box next to him on his bed.
"And my bag." Chad brought in the paper bag Joseph had been using for dirty tissues and I put it next to his bed.
"I need a water too."
"One water coming up!"
"Two ice cubes," he added in a weak voice. Laughing, I obliged then realized, this was it. This was where the Man Cold begins.
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