I have a cold. I woke up with one this morning and it's a hum-dinger.
When Dad left for work this morning he told Leah to take good care of me because I'm sick. She's been making sure I have enough tissues and she's wild about the idea of throwing my tissues away (no worries, hand-sanitizer is nearby).
Just now, as we were snuggling for nap, I blew my nose and Leah said, "Are you better now?" I said, "No, but that helps."
Then she gave me a hug and said, "Hugs make you better."
Then she gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, "Kisses make you better too."
Oh, they sure do.