Crash and Barnacle Boy are going to sailing camp. They've been keeping vampire hours of late - up past midnight, sleep until noon, at least. (Crash says he likes to sleep when it's coolest - nothing to do with being a teen. Right.) We had to be out of the house by 8:30 am the first day and they were remarkably cheerful about it -- or maybe they were still asleep.
On the drive up, I coughed and the Boy wondered aloud what you said when someone coughed, "Is there an equivalent to 'bless you'?" "Not in this culture, I think, but it's a nice idea. " Forty-five minutes later, as we're pulling into the state park where the camp is being held, I cough again (@#$% allergies!). Barnacle Boy offers me a blessing, but Crash, "Curse you, Mother!" Crash?!? "Well, what if you get me sick?"