The Occasional Solipsist

So we're staying at my in-laws again for awhile, and we have had the pleasure of meeting my brother-in-law's girlfriend's daughter, Brittany.

Sounds like a line from everyone's favourite Scifi spoof, about 'Your Father's Brother's Nephew's Cousin's Former Roommate' non?

She's a cute kid, 5 going on 25, and in her I have a small window into what my future will be like with Trinity.

She's taken quite a shine to my daughter, and is totally mesmerized by the whole process of breastfeeding. In fact, when Superwife told Brittany that it was time to feed Trin, she asked how she was going to make that happen.

She didn't see a bottle anywhere.

Today, Brittany was playing with the dogs, who were alternating between licking each other's crotches, and her hands and face. And afterwards, she made a beeline for my little girl, and I had to teach her about the wonder of purell and its cleaning applications.

So I cleaned her hands up and she sat and stroked Trinity's cheek with that blissful fascination that 4 year olds have.

About a half hour later, Superwife was petting our dog, and Brittany matter-of-factly, and deadly seriously, told her that she wasn't going to be able to touch our daughter until after she had cleaned her hands.

If our daughter is anything like this kid, cute or not, we are in for some real trouble.

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