:: Airborne Toxic Event ::

Rather than spewing his home-sick-for-four-days all over my four-month-old son last weekend, which was, of course, all I was thinking about when we took wee Evan to see his doppelganger, er, I mean, his grandfather (who looks exactly like Evan, or vice versa since I guess you're supposed to say that the wee ones resemble the old ones, er, the older ones), my "I'm feeling much better even though I still sort of sound like crap and my cough is gone even though sometimes I still cough" dad appears to have spewed those dirty rotten germs all over me. So now I've got a cold. Hmph. I didn't even think of keeping my own self out of range of his germ-laden coughs and bacterial hugs.

This is my first cold since the wee one appeared and now I'm sort of half trying to keep my sick off of him and half admitting that keeping my sick off of him is an impossibility and half wishing we hadn't gone home last weekend even though it was great fun and it was so good to see everyone and the leaves were beautiful and my mom bought me a cute pair of shoes that were too small and that I had to leave behind for her to return.

Um. Where was I?

And was that three halves?

Hmm.

But so this is what I was wondering: is kissing Evan on the back of the head instead of all over his wee little face enough to keep him from getting sick? How about only lip-synching the words to the songs playing on the iPod while I teach Evan to dance instead of singing right in his face and blasting germ-air all over him? Sneezing into my armpit?

How about if we go live outdoors for a few days where the germs will just dissipate into the wide open expansive world around us and the wind will carry all the bacteria and viruses and everything away like a small little toxic cloud?

No?  Really?