I had assumed Ms. j. was being sarcastic, since it would be a lot quieter around here if I had no “baby skills” and they’d all run away to a home where someone who spit on their heads. Instead, all eight are still here, setting the carpet on fire and turning the snake loose, among other fun activities. I guess they’re neglected because I’m a hard-charging career woman; that’s probably why they play with their siblings, too.
I didn’t think I was the only one who doesn’t like spit. We wash babies’ heads with soap. When they get hair, we use a brush or comb. Who would use hairspray on a baby? That’s unhealthy.
Get a clue, Tax-chick and donna.
I was talking about our grandmothers and great-grandmothers, and their time-tested traditions.
I have a precious Christening photo of my baby sister (circa 1946) with a sweet spit-curl on the top of her head, and she was dressed in the finest of linens and silks. She didn’t die from “momma-spit”, and neither will your babies.
Fixing a baby’s hair with sibling spit shouldn’t be at the top of your list of pressing concerns.
This is my last word on this silly subject. I have to go dress my husband’s legs, for he has Parkinson’s, venous insufficiency, and other maladies of elder-hood.
What a waste of pixels.