Man Cold

Steve has a VERY SLIGHT man cold.  Heard just this morning (and it's 10:30AM)...
Steve: [moan]
Steve: My fwoat hurts
Steve: I think I'm dying.
Steve: [sigh] [cough] [moan]
Steve: I think I'm having a heart attack.
Me: Why?
Steve: I feel weak. And sweaty.  And sort of swimmy.
Me: Shut it.
Steve: I'm DYING!
Steve: [sniff] [moan]
Steve: Ahhh...ohhhhh...my glands!  They're swollen!
Steve: My throat...is on FIRE.
Steve: Oh god.  Ohhhhh...I'm definitely dying.
Me: My throat is a little scratchy too, ya know. It's fine.
Steve: I don't have a cold.  I am clearly DYING.  [moooooooan]

Also, this man cold is making Steve a bit crabby...
Me: Ugh.  I have a big, huge zit on my chin from my evil PMS hormones.
Steve: Yeah, that is hideous.  I can't believe you're going out looking like that.  [evil laugh]
Me: Oh, really?  Well, I guess you can take Wm to basketball by yourself and socialize with all the other parents...ALONE.
Steve: You look BEAUTIFUL. You can hardly see it.  What zit?
Me: That's what I thought.