We all saw this coming, but it is finally here: Odessa is a biter.

Odessa acquired another cold this week, which means I’ve acquired another cold this week. I used to try and be careful about this sort of thing and attempt to not catch whatever had beset her. But it doesn’t work that way. There’s no avoiding the monstrous germ cannons on her face. And the little squirt has some impeccable timing and aim. For instance, she caught me with an open mouth yesterday and fired a sneeze, at what I can only assume was a meticulously calculated angle and speed, such that I was inundated with globs of her horrible nose juice. If only being a vector for infectious disease were a sport recognized by the IOC we may have had a future gold medalist in our family.