Snotty Noses and Chocolate Chip Cookies

I know how I got sick. I’m up at 3 am, sitting upright trying to drain my snotty nose, frustrated that it winds up in my already snotty throat. I wracked my brain trying (which is never a smart 3 am activity) to figure out how this happened again. For three weekends in a row, I’ve had a cold. There were a few healthy days in between when I thought it was over. But how in the world is it happening again? I wonder. And for some reason, my 3 am brain figures it out. I call to mind a few days ago when I thought twice about the snotty-nosed street boy who shared his cookies with my daughter.

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