Picture this: I’m sitting in the crowded optometrist waiting room, my son on my lap. Wall to wall children all waiting for an eye exam. In walks a couple with their 11-year-old girl. She’s in her pajamas. She’s in her slippers. She has a nasty case of bed head, and she’s got a cough that rivals my dogs’ meanest barking. Why oh why, dear reader, would a parent bring their very sick child into close contact with so many healthy children? Did she really need her eyes examined that very day? As far as I could tell, her eyes didn’t seem affected by her virus. It couldn’t possibly be the reason they felt the need to drag her into public. As soon as we got home, I cracked out my bottle of Echinacea extract and slipped it into my son’s every beverage. (It’s kinda sweet, so he digs it.) I fed him large portions of broccoli, which is loaded in vitamin C, as well as cranberry relish. Fortunately he likes that too. Two days ago, he woke up crying with a slight fever. I immediately started him on some homeopathic cold tablets. He sneezed twice. Cold over. Are you seeing what I’m missing here? Okay, I’ll clue you in. I did not take Echinacea. I did not eat large quantities of broccoli and cranberry. I do not own homeopathic cold tablets for myself. I caught a cold with a heinous barking cough. I’m taking care of myself now, but even though I did right by my son, I should have done it for the whole family. It’s time for another trip to my favorite health food store so I can stock up on that ounce of prevention, which I hear tell is worth a pound of cure. I hope you’ll do the same. Because you never know when you’ll have a run-in with a pajama-clad child coughing like a dachshund after a squirrel.