Sometimes my child has a coughing sort of cold.  Sometimes he drools so much he coughs.  And sometimes, he fakes it.

He just likes to hear himself cough.  He’s learned a new trick.  It’s kinda gross.  And kinda germy.  But he likes it.

Cough, cough, cough, cough.


And I have to stop myself from saying, “Coughty, cough.”

My sister and I invented that gem when we were kids.  We felt it unfair that sneezes got blessings but coughs got no recognition at all.  So we started the “Coughty, cough” blessing.

I never feel the need to use our invented blessing when adults cough.  But when little Tom coughs, apparently I feel like it deserves some recognition.  Even if he’s faking it.

But I stop myself.  I’m really not trying to raise my child to be as weird as I was.

Although…there may be no hope.

Because this is his mom.

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