The guys love the swings.
They LOVE the swings.
The swings. They love them.
There are a couple parks in our neighborhood that have baby swings. These are public parks and they are lovely. The weather in Portland usually turns chilly and dank by October. But we’ve had sunny, gorgeous weather this month. It’s been warm, and the fall colors have been vibrant, happy and energizing. I am thankful that we’ve essentially had another month of “outdoor weather” before winter socks in and I want to crawl in my oven rather than go outside.
In this wonderful weather, I’ve been trying to get them out to a park a couple times a week. It makes them so happy. They bounce with excitement when we roll the stroller into the park, because they! know! what’s! coming! THE SWINGS! OMG THE SWINGS!
The parks are well attended, and of course, like many public places, you just assume you’re dealing with public germs. Especially places with kids. Kid germs seem much more innocent and honest than adult germs. I mean, you know what you are getting. You are getting boogers. You are likely getting poo. Maybe sometimes spit up, or other stomach contents. You just expect all that stuff with kids. I’ve made peace with kid germs. Because the thought of any of those substances deposited by adults makes my stomach roll.
So the swings are probably dirty. I just put it out of my mind, the way other hundreds, maybe thousands, of parents probably put it out of their minds when they put their kids in the swings. I’m not going to bring anti bacterial wipes and sterilize the damn swings. I’m not going to treat my kids like fragile teacups. I’m going let my boys smear their own damn germs on there, with all the rest of Portland’s adolescent humans.
Right? But goddamnit if kids don’t have minds of their own.
Really, kid? REALLY? You have to lick the swing? The public swing? In the public park?
No, kid. Don’t lick. Just hold on. Put your hands on the swing. Hold on tight. Kiddo, HOLD ON.
Our kids are going to have goddamn TOP NOTCH immune systems.