Because of Baby Otter, he's been taking more precautions than necessary. For instance, he's taking medicine (he normally balks at the thought of it) and sleeping in the guest bed.
All to save me the sorrow of having a cold without the privilege of medicine to ease the potential suffering.
I've also been reminding him to drink plenty of fluids (somehow easy to forget), which led to this morning's conversation:
Me: What are you going to drink today that will make me happy?
Man: Whiskey...?
Me: ....
Man: What?
Me: Orange juice and water, pal.
Man: Oh. [pause] You said it would kill the germs.
Also, for those who want BabyOtter updates: She is moving, though it is not palpable outwardly yet. And much to Man and my caffeine-loving amusement, my pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks seems to be a food that she will dance for. Also, she has, so far, an English name, which is most definitely not Otter.
But, since we're not announcing it yet, I'll leave you with this amusing outfit:
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