The first time I took my son to the mall, I was petrified: people might touch him/breathe on him/look at him!
There he was in his stroller, powerless to stare people down or spit up
on them or otherwise convince them to keep their distance. He only had
me for protection. And I am a complete doormat.
"Er, touch the
baby? Okayyy..." I'd mutter while inwardly writhing at the thought of
possible dirty germ-laden hands touching my preshuss baybee.
So I totally could have used one of these...
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