I’ve grown a lot as a person and nothing proves that more than my tolerance for germs.  As a child, if you breathed in the same room that I stood in, I’d freak and run.  Sharing food was completely out of the question and I’d rather sit on death row than share a toothbrush.  The idea of sharing toothpaste with another person was enough to make me sick to my stomach.  As I’ve grown older, my attitude changed.  At first it was out of necessity.  Running at Geneseo was my first foray into sharing water bottles and it was out of necessity.  The team would go 8 or 10 miles or do an intense workout on the track and I often didn’t bring enough water with me.  Sharing was a means of survival.  Once I started dating Jenn, she somehow convinced me that sharing toothpaste would be both acceptable and economical.  I’m still not sure how she did that but she did.  Now, I’m pretty much open to sharing everything.

Now for those of you who’ve been paying attention, you’ll know that Ryan gets sick a lot.  I think it’s partly due to his prematurity and I think it’s mostly due to that child snot factory that is common in most day cares. So, as I was watching Ryan play with this train set, my first reaction was one of complete horror.  “How many kids have touched this thing,” I thought to myself, “I’m getting sick just looking at it.”  Then, as I watched his complete amusement, I thought to myself that it couldn’t be that bad.  Every little germ he gets will make him stronger.  He got a few tonight but he had a blast doing it.  I’m going to bed now, shared toothpaste and all.