Like a lot of kids during cold and flu season, our grandchildren have been trained for good health and good manners: Cover your mouth when you cough and say “Bless you” when someone sneezes.
Earlier in the day, one sneezed, and another one said, “Hey! Don’t bless on me!”
Three of the grands are spending the night. Their mother is putting them down, and I have been summoned to tell a bedtime story. The baby is already asleep, another is on the verge of sleep, and the third apparently has been downing espresso on the sly.