Ew, ew, ew!

Remember that article I posted earlier? Well, in a fit of madness, I found some other posts on it, using google.

Including this lovely comment....

If the business doesn't want children (and things that are associated with children like crying, things getting touched, snot) then why don't they just put up a sign stating "No Children Allowed" and cut through all the cutesie BS.

Snot? Ew! I don't want any kid's snot anywhere other than in their nose, in their tissue, or in their mouth (hey, it'll end up there anyway....)

If your kid is so sick they're getting snot anywhere other than those approved places (and maybe their sleeve, I know, kids wipe their noses that way....), they need to be at home getting better instead of making the rest of us immediately ill.

Seriously, I'm tolerant of a lot of things. Changing a diaper in public? So long as it doesn't smell, doesn't get on anything, and goes in the trash, I'm fine. I'd rather not, but I know things happen. Crying on public transportation? Okay, you kinda have to be there, it's not like you decided on a whim to just hang out on busses and trains (given that I once spent an entire trans-atlantic flight screaming, I figure I have to pay my dues to society by not whining when other children do similar).

But once children or adults start dropping their messes where I can run into them, again, I say, EW.

Edit: Yes, I exaggerated the bus story for their consumption - don't tell, will you? I almost had to do it anyway. I was so miffed, getting on a bus with a child already crying.

A minor question about faceblindness...

You've all heard by now my story about the time I failed to recognize my own niece and brother-in-law, right?

Other than that one time, I haven't ever had such a bad experience. The next worst times were when it took a couple of seconds (rather than a quarter minute) to identify my sister - and at the time, she was changing her hairstyle often, dying it, cutting it, and so on, so I don't consider that too unusual.

However, I've been thinking on this lately, and I've noticed that it does take me several beats to recognize that I don't know somebody. I see my mother, I know she's my mother - but I see a random woman with hair kinda like hers, or something, and it takes me a little bit to say "nope, not Mommy!"

Is that normal, or...?

In honor of the gifties we got for Ana and the baby...

Heavy silver eggs
Shake them, shake them, hear them chime
Loud now as they drop

Yup, it came :) I love those things, by the way - may steal one of Ana's. But *damn* are they ever heavy - and of course, Ana thinks it's fun to drop 'em.

*eyeroll*

Remember the link yesterday? There's a sequel. Again, we're told that asking children to behave is the same as asking them not to be there at all. I'd make a comment about earth logic, but I'm not sure how I'd squeeze it in there.

*sighs*