"The kiddo's sick again," I tell my husband with a dramatic moan that is truly Oscar-worthy. "What are you talking about?" my husband asks me. "Does he have a fever? Did he puke? Is he wheezing?" "No … he sniffled," I say matter-of-factly. My husband rolls his eyes while simultaneously shooting me a death glare. "Babe, he sniffled, relax. People sniffle." But I know the truth. That "innocent" sniffle means I have two more days before the coughing starts. And then the wheezing. And the runny nose.