These Days

When waiting at the dr's office on Tuesday, Mr J was ALL OVER -- running around (not looking anything like sick until he would cough, sneeze or wipe his nose on his sleeve with all of the other moms looking at him with that stay-away-from-my-kid-with-those-germs glare).

One boy sitting near us asked his mom (loudly enough that I could hear), "Was I like that?" She nodded and looked at me with thoughtful eyes -- I know that she was thinking how much work those days were, but also wishing for a little one to sniff on (you know, that just-washed, Johnson's baby wash smell, NOT the who-has-a-load-in-his-diaper smell).

And then I read THIS today --