Barf happens. So does poo, urine and drool. Before I had Xander, if a cat would rub a wet nose on me I'd be all shuddering and scrubbing my skin with steel wool. Ew. Gross. Catnose. Nevermind a baby getting drool on me...I mean, I'd just lose it if that happened. ...and the few times a baby ever spit up on me, I had to hold them out toward their parents while I dry heaved and tried desperately to make it to a bathroom before vomiting. ...so believe me...I get it.
So I had the kid.
Cats still rub their noses on me, I still freak out.
Babies still spit up, I still think it's gross.
....unless it's mine.
Okay well...it's not like it's pleasant now or anything...but Xander could drool all over me and I wouldn't think it was remotely icky, he could hose me down during a change (and has) and generally all I do is laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation and clean us both up, poo is...okay well poo is always icky, but for some reason you care less. For some reason your own child's bodily fluids, while fundamentally identical to any other child's, don't gross you out nearly as much.
Weird evolutionary tool or just the breaking of the parent's spirit? :P
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