I can always tell when one of the kids is coming down with a cold. They start calling me "Bob." As in, "Doe, really Bob, I feel fide. :::cough:::"
Yesterday Kyle started calling me "Bob." He was supposed to spend the night with a friend tonight, so he spent the first part of the day today trying to convince me he was "fide." Then I got an call from the friend's mom letting me know that her son had 101 degree fever (and was also putting up a brave front, holding out for the sleepover.) Once we postponed the playdate, Kyle was able to properly sneeze, sniffle and snooze.
So... he stayed home from church tonight. With Bob.
Hopefully, we'll both be back to our old selves soon!