Bria and I were riding the metro today, and Bria dropped her domino on the floor (yes, a domino. it's one of her favorite things in the world). A man on the metro pointed this out to me, so I thanked him, picked up the domino, and handed it back to Bria. The man was then horrified as Bria brought the domino right up to her face and put it in her mouth. He pleaded with her to stop and looked at me and said "she's putting it in her mouth!" I replied, "yeah. well, it's pretty much impossible to keep her from putting things in her mouth. It's gross, but what can you do?"
I have no idea why I said that. And then I felt really weird about it, because it's disgusting right? If anything that has ever touched any part of the Metro ever touches Bria's mouth, it makes me want to scrub her entire body, head-to-toe with steel wool. And when I request that Bria not put things (metro windows, metro seats, metro poles, metro-touching-dominoes) in her mouth, she almost always complies. She's very agreeable. So, I'm really not sure what possessed me to say something akin to "I don't care if my small and adorable child licks the floor of the disease-ridden, scum-covered, germ-producing Metro. In fact, I encourage it!"
I rather felt like a pariah. I was incredibly happy to switch trains at the next stop so I could stop being judged by the people of the Metro. Everyone there is probably going home now to tell their friends and family of the horrible mother they saw on the Metro today WHO LET HER DAUGHTER LICK THE METRO FLOOR. (essentially.)
Also, we went to Potbelly today for lunch with Sam after he forgot his glasses for work and we took a trip into DC to give them to him. Yum!