By Troy Foster
This week, I saw a guy (30-year old or so) freak out because some kid sneezed and snot flew out of his nose. Now, the guy - obviously not a father - was far away and just reacting in disgust to the fluids flowing from this kid's nose.
I used to be like that. Grossed out by random body fluids. Even the term is disgusting. Now, we have four kids. And I stay at home with them part-time. Perspectives change. I probably have a combination of snot, poop, pee, blood, vomit, bile, and saliva on this “clean” shirt that I just put on this morning. The beauty, however, is that if I spill anything on it – ever – (and I do mean anything) - I have four excuses. CSI would have a field day with my clothes.
Before we had kids, I gave mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to an old dude that had a heart attack. And, he threw up in my mouth. (I cursed myself for taking that class for years.) Of course, I did the right thing. Spit out the throw up and kept going. He died. So, it was sad. But, I was also disgusted that a stranger threw up in my mouth for nothing.
Next time, I plan to talk about the best way to get your kids thru a transcontinental flight without a peep.
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