Sometimes it's startling when you see your own traits so strongly in your children. When I took the kids to the doctor's office the other day I realized on the way out that Cindy wasn't touching any of the door handles (or really anything). She was either scooting past when someone else opened the door or she would use her elbow to push the door open. I asked her about it and she looked at me like I had a screw loose (which is always a distinct possibility) and said "Do you know how many sick people have touched those doors? Probably coughed and sneezed all over them too!" Then when we get to the car she gets out her little tube of Purell and starts offering it to everyone. Poor thing... What have I done to her? Next thing you know she'll start carrying tissues and wet wipes in her purse "just in case".





















