Last night Elian was up all night coughing and crying with a wicked cold. Here we had gone nearly a year without a bad cold. I have a feeling this is just a taste of what's to come now that he's going to be hanging out in a germ-pool two afternoons a week.
I'm going to bed. I feel a scratchy throat coming on.
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