A fit of sneezing and newborn pockets

Within minutes of arriving home from the hospital Johan went into a fit of sneezing. (just so you know a "fit" is defined as 4 or more sneezes.) I had a moment of sheer panic my thoughts moving immediately to the drastic measures that would have to be taken. "He's allergic to the house, we'll have to sell. Maybe it's the cats, I wonder if my Dad and Kathy would take them. We'd still get to see them that way..." Luckily this sneezing episode was an isolated incident. We are not moving. We still have cats. Since this initial episode, each time Johan sneezes I feel obligated to say "bless you." The thing is I have never before bought into this social nicety. Probably because we are no longer loosing massive casualties to the black plague and therefore the blessing seems trite and insincere.  However, every time Johan sneezes I have to say it. Just in case there is actually some magical power behind it and by not saying it I am depriving my son of this advantage. Maybe I'll take it a step further and sew some posies into the otherwise useless pockets on his little newborn clothes. By the way, I will NEVER be checking my newborn's pockets for anything that is missing, nor will I pat them down before throwing them in the wash. My husband and I will never have this conversation: Brian: "Have you seen Johan's (fill in blank with mysteriously missing item)? Me: I don't think so, check his pockets..."
For these reasons pockets on newborn clothes are just ridiculous.