don't eat the baby

I have several thoughtful posts for you. Really. They're pretty good. I've even got a mildly entertaining one about the militsia's hobby of towing my car that has pictures.

But they've been pre-empted by this advice:

Don't play "eat your fingers" with a baby newly out of the baby home.

Yes, it's fun to make him giggle and smile. But, since he's probably slobbered on his own fingers in between rounds, and slobber is nearly indistinguishable when on toddler fingers, it is likely you'll be eating some of that toddler slobber and not just your own slobber left over from the last round of "eat your fingers". That toddler slobber just imbibed is, quite naturally, as it is the nature of slobber, germy. And, just like in the elementary school, daycare, and all other places children gather, those shared germs from the baby home are potent germs.

I've got a cold. Was this cold I caught from eating Bee's fingers completely worth the giggles and smiles that action elicited? A resounding YES. (And don't think AM is going to go all ballistic and Bronx on me for this. She and Zach have the same cold from the same adorable source.)

But for now, thoughtful posts will have to wait. I need orange juice and GH! (Big thanks to my forever friend, Nif, for providing the latter!)

Wow. Short-ish post. Some ridiculously long sentences, but short post.