Golden Touch CRAPS

This is becoming the fall and winter of my discontent. Every time I see my grandson he has a cold. Every time he has a cold, I get the cold. He runs around, playing, snot flowing out of his nose, and the cold doesn't seem to stop him for second.

I, however, am laid out. I am on my third cold now since October. I usually never get colds. Last week we had a big family party. He had a cold. Evey time I touched him I washed my hands. But he always gets one sneeze right into my face, into my eye sockets. That usually puts those cold germs right into my body.

The kid is killing me! But I still love the little guy to death (mine!).