Oh no you di'int

So I wrote this whole long sad diatribe full of the melancholy that always follows a stint of volunteering at an amazing nonprofit I used to work at, but I read through it and it was so crappy that I dared not foist it upon you. Suffice it to say that sometimes taking a break from my career is very humbling and occasionally I feel borderline regretful. This is where I am supposed to say something about looking at my angelic children and knowing I made the right decision. I don't feel like saying that. All I can say is that I feel like I am doing what I am meant to be doing right now, but it doesn't mean I am always happy about it.

The community that this particular nonprofit serves is, hmmm, how do you say, colorful? Today I think I encountered every human emotion all within a two hour span of time. Loved every second, I felt like I had come home. I had the chance to give it a try doing difficult tasks while wearing Roob on my back in the Ergo. She was being so quiet and so many people were paying attention to her that I didn't notice at first when a woman said " Ooooo she's got one tooth and it feels like another is on it's way." Cue screeching tires. What do you mean FEELS LIKE? Ahhh Hells Naw, you didn't just stick your stinky paw into my little preshus' mouth. Under what theory is that ok? It's just like when random A-holes thought it was ok to rub my pregnant belly. Just. Don't.

I was later informed that this individual has, um, well, lets just call them questionable hygiene practices. Anyone have any ideas on how to disinfect an infant without melting her skin?

Don't you know that only big sisters are allowed to check for teeth A-hole? Duh.