I might have given it to him or he might have given it to me. I felt bad first, didn’t tell him, and made out with him like a uniformed schoolgirl. He had sweats and came to my house anyway, took a shower, and made out with me like we were Jack and Diane. I got so sick I couldn’t go to work. He felt badly that he gave it to me. I let him.
When I wasn’t a parent yet, I couldn’t stomach those mothers who gave their sloppy, drooling toddlers a sip from their iced tea glasses. Gross. Gag.
Then I had a couple of toddlers. What’s a little spit among the ones you love? I felt like that this week. If we were contagious, oh well, it was worth it. We’d get over it together.
Most of the time it feels pretty good to have shed 35 years. At least for now.