It was rather distressing when the child was suffering from flu. First, you started imagining that she might suffocate herself while sleeping because of the blocked nose.

Then terror striked whenever she sneeze. Her nose erupted and lava began flowing out of the twin crater. The sprint for the nearest available tissue paper started, while my fear was on the fate of those disgusting sticky thing. It would be a relief if I returned fast enough to catch them, and most horrifying if they were nowhere to be found. When you see the kid licking her mouth, you know where it has gone to.