Things I probably shouldn’t have found hilarious about O’s cold:
- O becoming a cyclops as one of his eyes crusted over
- O growing a Hitler mustache out of dried snot
- O not being distressed by a thermometer being stuck up his butt (he’s just like his father!)
- The “oh god, what is that?” face O made on being introduced to acetaminophen
- O sounding like Darth Vader while napping
- O losing his voice. When he tried to make his high-pitched squeals of joy or frustration, nothing came out.