Achew

Lindsey came home, amazed that he hadn't sneezed the entire six day trip in the mountains with the scouts, and he walked through the door. And Achew. "Bless You"
"My Dad's allergic to Giraffes."
Which ironically is true-- Giraffes of all things.
How does one find out they're allergic to wild animals?
We were at the zoo, and we were all thrilled to see the baby giraffe only days old, it was so cute, except for the incessent sneezing that was kind of upsetting the baby and us. We looked around and there to our astonishment was Lindsey: He could hardly breath for sneezing, his nose was running, his eyes were swollen. He was a total wreck! And was in a hazard of killing him self by excessive sneezing.
My own thoughts at her comment were-- And do you usually house a giraffe, not usually with our limited ceilings, but the sneezing could be cause by the carpet.
He is also violantly allergic to cats which is another reason to avoid the zoo. There is a tiger house; which although the tigers are hundreds of pounds not cute little fluffy, they still have exactly the same kind of 'cat dander'. So a very smartallic Doctor advised against becoming a lion tamer. That is exactly what we need to be when we grow up. Large Cat veternarians, Performers, or Zoo Keepers.
But the icing on the comments-- days later-- at a friends house, this same wide eyed beauty, held a book in her hand and stated, "I'm not even allergic to dinasaurs."
And Aren't we Glad!