My younger son, who I'll refer to as Gomez from here on out, got me sick. The way it happened is this.
Gomez: "Mommy, I want a kiss."
Me, a fool: "Aww..." leans in for kiss
Gomez sneezes in my mouth.
This happened twice.
A skier's life has been overtaken by small people of her own creating! Here are the chronicles of silliness and occasionally, skiing.