I’m still getting over a cold I got three weeks ago. On the ride to taekwondo I sneezed twice in immediate succession.
Irked that Kathleen had not reacted to my plight, I looked at her in the back seat through the rear-view mirror. “Hello!” I said, “Bless you?!?!”
Kathleen stared back unimpressed. “Dad, if you are the one who sneezed, you should really say ‘Bless me.'”
I’m thinking of not giving her anything for Christmas.