No more kisses from grandma...

So I have a cold sore.  Yay,  fantastic.  Not.

Miss H noticed it and asked me how I got my 'ouchie'.  I explained it was a cold sore.  But she was persistent and wanted to know how I got it.

So I told her the truth.  My grandma kissed me when I was young and voila!  I got cursed with cold sores for life.

Lucky me.

H's response?  'I am never letting my grandma's kiss me!  I don't want ouchie on my lips!'

Smart choice,  girl-o,  smart choice.

Except none of your grandma's suffer from cold sores...