Awww
Awww
Strolling a baby around town is like playing handler to a tiny rockstar.I'm lucky. I've been blessed with a child so adorably attractive that, on a regular basis, the urge to touch him overcomes decorum in otherwise polite citizens. "Oh my. What a cutie!" is usually followed by a chin tickle or the traditional one-finger baby handshake. Old ladies are the most common offenders. Yesterday one KISSED my son. She was a sweet little grandma so taken with Superstar's smile that she kissed his whole face and blew raspberries in his hand. I was frozen, my inner Howard Hughes screaming "Tuberculosis! Tuberculosis!" but it was so joyful and spontaneous that I couldn't stop her. The good of receiving such kindness and affection has to outweigh the bad, right?
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