Germs

Ellie was rubbing her thick plastic pretend lipstick - the one from the Fisher Price Laugh and Learn Purse that has the same voice as the Learning Puppy, House, Car and every other plastic toy we have - all over her lips, maybe even in her mouth a bit.

Being the polite child I raised (ha!) she then asks me if I would like a little bit of color on my lips. I decline. So then she says, "Baby Maddie, how 'bout you? Wanna try out my lipstick?" and puts it on her lips before I have a chance to intercept her.

So I give Ellie the germ talk. Ellie, you have germs, Maddie has germs, Mommy has germs, we all have germs and we need to keep our germs to ourselves so we don't get each other sick. Ellie then has a worried yet disgusted look on her face.

Then she starts to spit. I am shocked, appalled, etc. and ask her what she thinks she's doing.

Ellie's response: I'm getting rid of my germs, Momma.