My son has a cold. One of those settle-in-your-throat-and-lungs-and-head colds. I can't get it. I have major plans for the next two weeks, involving some extensive teaching and I just can not get his laryngitis.
So far, so good.
Tonight we go for ice cream. It's -13F, so what else would we do? And what does this offspring of mine do?
HE TAKES A SWIPE OF MY SUNDAE WITH HIS GERM-ENCRUSTED TONGUE!
Yes, I see you all gagging out there. You know where I'm coming from.
So I tell him to use the spoon, scoop off the parts he ate, and I'll use a clean spoon when we get home.
He dutifully scrapes off every part that's come in contact with his bacterial mouth. Licks the spoon.
And sticks it back in the sundae.
Now I ask you, what is a mother to do?
Take a guess!
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Well, personally, and maybe it's just my maniacal side, I'd have a kid who no longer has a tongue. ;)
Dream, what a great post! I'm still chuckling over it.
Actually what I did was drive around Culver's and get back in line. Got a new sundae, pulled up to the trashcan, and dropped the germ-laden one in.
Once you have your mental taste buds all set for a hot fudge sundae, well, a whole new set of rules kicks in.
But the bacterial and viral rules remain put.
Janet, I a so thrilled to find your blog.
Miss chatting with you.
Janet, I miss you! I love catching up with you through your blog, and I hope you keep this up--it's lovely to hear about you, Nick, and Meg (even when Nick has a germ-laden tongue)! Give the kiddos my love, and know that you're constantly on my mind.
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