Harsh and uncalled for, you say?
Oh come ON. Have you ever spent a day in the presence of a drooling, teething, boogie-nosed toddler? How about the dirt-encrusted fingernails? Or the hand that was just busy digging for gold? Or the other hand that was OMG STOP TOUCHING THE DOG'S BUTT!
Call me crazy, but boogies, drool, dirt, and what-are-you-digging-for-in-that-diaper!? are not suitable additives for a beverage. High fructose corn syrup? Yes. Boogies? No. That's how I roll.
And so.....I refuse to share drinks with my kids.
I don't think this makes me a bad person. If you disagree with me, try this nifty little experiment:
Grab the nearest 3-year-old and hand him an Oreo cookie. Watch him go to town on that cookie.....yum yum yummy! Yep...don't forget the piece you dropped on the floor. 5 second rule, ya know!
After he's done with the cookie, it's quite likely that he'll be thirsty....so you'll hand him your nice, clean, refreshing glass of water. And you'll watch as half of that Oreo cookie (along with a gallon of saliva) gets backwashed into your glass.
If you're like me, you'll be watching in abject horror and frantically fighting off your gag reflex. (Have I mentioned how very squeamish I am?)
If you're Parent of the Year (or the proud owner of an iron stomach), you'll grab that glass and take a swig. (Just the mental image is making me a bit woozy. Maybe I should lie down.)
The Husband and I are on opposite sides of the fence with this issue. He'll eat or drink anything....regardless of the damage that has been done. I, on the other hand, won't eat any piece of food that might have been manhandled by a little one. I like my beverages free of shrapnel and my food free of toddler spit.
Yes, I understand this will take me out of the running for 2011 Parent of the Year. I've made my peace with it. There's always 2012.
What have YOU done lately that will knock you off the POTY list?