Would You Like A Fried Egg With A Side Of Influenza?

This morning my mother offered to make Ed breakfast. As we were all standing around her brand new fancy griddle, watching her make her famous, butter slathered fried eggs, she sneezed. Right on the eggs.

"Mom!! You could at least turn your head and sneeze!" Her hands were busy buttering and flipping eggs, so she couldn't cover her mouth.

She looked at me and said, "What?? You eat all over the country, in places where you don't even know who is doing the cooking. What's a little family friendly sneeze??"

"Mom. It's one thing to not see the person who is sneezing on your eggs, because you can pretend stuff like that doesn't happen, but we're standing right here."

I think tomorrow I'm having cereal for breakfast; and I'll be pouring my own milk.