Jamil Kane wasn’t feeling so great.
He woke up with a runny nose. At lunch he started sneezing. By bedtime, he was a stuffy, sniffly, sneezy mess.
“I hate having a cold!” Jamil said grumpily. He sneezed—once, twice, three times—and started to wipe his nose on his pajama sleeve.
“Hold on a minute, cowboy,” said Mom. “Use a tissue, not your sleeve.”
Jamil scowled. “I’d better not have a cold tomorrow,” he warned. “Scott’s coming over to play!”
Mom tucked the comforter snug around Jamil. “We’ll see. Get a good night’s sleep, and maybe you’ll feel all better in the morning!”
But Jamil didn’t feel better in the morning. He felt worse. “I’m too stuffy to breathe!” he wailed as he padded into the kitchen. “And my mouth is yucky…
