Now you done jinxed the darned thing.

In a bid to boost my wife's morale, I've been going on about how tough my daughter Sandy is. She'll be 6 months old in a few days and she has yet to show so much as a sniffle. I've practically told everyone I know.

Saturday, 11 March 2006, 8.07am. We wake up to our daughter crying. She's running a fever and is obviously in some sort of discomfort. Two sneezes later and snot's coming out of her nose. She's having her first cold. Good thing we were scheduled to go to the doctor's anyway.

I am a loser.