As a parent, we become accustomed to our kids doing gross or shitty things to us, albeit inadvertently. By the time our kids can talk, we’ve been peed on, pooped on, and sneezed on more times than we could possibly count.
In fact, we grow SO used to this, that it’s possible to mistake a perfectly lovely gesture from our children as just another disgusting act.
The other day, I was walking with Leo when my hand suddenly became cold and wet. This was the brief exchange that followed:
ME: Leo…did you just wipe your nose on my hand?
LEO: No Daddy. I KISSED you!
ME: (Speechless with shame)
I now profoundly understand the phrase “killing someone with kindness,” because after this exchange, I wanted to die.