Now that Baby Blaine is home from the hospital, Hayden has been very excited to hold him, feed him, rub him, smother him. Greg and I have been a little weary about Blaine getting sick again, another 16 days at Children’s hospital for a respiratory tract infection is not appealing to us. So we’ve made sure we all wash our hands or use sanitizer. (So much different than when Hayden was a baby. I wanted him to be exposed to as much as possible; my motto was, “pick your nose than you can hold him,” interesting how having a preemie changes your mindset.)
“Mommy, it’s dark out. I don’t have to wash my hands before I touch Baby Blaine.”
“Yes you do Hayden.”
Then the logic of a three-year-old… “No mommy, I don’t have to wash my hands, it’s dark out my germs are sleeping.”
How can you argue with that? Daily something comes out of Hayden’s mouth that makes for my intellectual entertainment. Blaine is lucky to have an older brother who loves him, wants to be with him, and is quick in the wit department.