This morning, Oliver said to his mother, "My throat hurts down to my knees."
I wasn't there, so I didn't get a picture of him with his very sore throat, but I think this one will do...
In the areas of garnering sympathy and eliciting the care-taking/cookie-feeding urge from surrounding adults, Oliver is pretty much a perfectly evolved little being.
In the area of resisting cold viruses, not so much. Alas.
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