Keep a dirty house!

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Originally Posted by Cadaverous Pallor

The first thing that pops into my head while reading this is that one day you will probably care for an ailing loved one and be exposed to their crap and vomit.

Here's how people live with babies, and the elderly, and handicapped family members - because they love them enough to deal with a little bit of ickiness.

I know this is supposed to be half-joking, but it still makes me wonder if you'd come near my future child, or my horribly infected future household, or give future me a hug even though I'll be crawling in cooties.

I wasn't even half joking, Jen. I was completely joking. Jesus. I hug my gramps, who has a crap bag. I change babies. I help scabby homeless people get down from the bus if they need assistance.

I also loved my little brother, but that didn't stop me from encouraging him to eat jelly beans out of the gutter. And, for the record, he was rarely sick as a child.