It is official. All three of us have a cold.
J went down first, catching it from Gammie while we were at the hockey game Saturday. Then, of course, I immediately caught it from him (I have a hard time avoiding all the drool bombs he drops on me). G looked like he might fight it, but woke this morning with quite the manly voice (i.e. all deep and phlegmy).
So, come to our house at your own risk.