I'm doomed.

There is a cold in our house. Specifically, there is a cold in our child. It's not so much the in-the-child part thats so bad, it's the oosing-out-of-her-on-to-me thats the most disturbing. While rocking her last night she sneezed, emitting a great string of mucous which projected with surprising distance then laid daintily over my shoulder and down my back. Pleasant. They say you are supposed to wash your hands and wipe off all the stuff she touches to prevent catching the childs cold. Right. What I need is six boxes of cling wrap and some tape.