Today is Martin Luther King Jr. Day – or as my son called him last year when he was learning about him in Pre-K, “King Martin Luth Jr.” I was home with my six year old and six month old all day. This afternoon we went for a walk and my son rode his bike. On our way back home, in our very own street, one house was flying a brand new confederate flag.
Please, just DON’T touch the baby!
Photo by Ben Hershey on Unsplash
Everyone knows you’re not supposed to touch babies! When I say “everyone,” I mean that four- and five-year-olds ask permission to touch baby’s feet when I drop my son off at school. They are brimming with excitement to see a baby and yet they manage to ask permission before touching. And somehow they know you don’t touch a baby’s hands and face, since that’s how germs are passed around.
Randos in airports, shops, and restaurants, not so much…
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