Also, the spelling.  Holy cow, the spelling.  Bennifits?  On…ly?  Seriously? *shakes head and mourns the fate of the English language*

I truly hope that Belle won’t have to pay for her mother’s stupidity, but I fear she might.  And maybe it makes me a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad person, but I actually sort of hope that she gets pink eye at some point in her life so that M’s cleanliness claims will fly right out the window.  Putting kids in school or daycare automatically exposes them to more germs and there’s nothing you can do about it, no matter how meticulous you are about keeping things clean.  Kids are germ factories.  Period.  It’s why I’m always sick – I catch everything they bring home.  Except for the pink eye, thank God.

Still, I haven’t been wearing my contacts on the off chance that they might get contaminated.  I don’t want to suffer AND have to pitch a perfectly good pair of contacts.

Also?  Ann, whose comments I quoted?  Yeah, her son died of meningitis.  You can get a vaccine for that and I don’t know if he was vaccinated or not, but the point is, he didn’t have to die.  M basically telling her to stuff it cannot have gone over well and frankly, I agree with Ann.  Again, maybe this makes me a terrible person, but if Belle does wind up paying for her mother’s stupidity, it would actually sort of serve M right.  You can’t tell her anything, so until she’s proven wrong by something happening to her daughter, she’s going to continue to think that not vaccinating her was the best thing she ever did.

I vaccinate my kids because I care, even if I do happen to think that just letting them catch chicken pox is a better over-all plan than the stupid vaccine that’s now required for school admission.  I don’t want them getting sick and I don’t want them making others sick.  I really do think it would be better if they had chicken pox because there’s no guarantee that the vaccine provides life-long immunity and the older you are when you get chicken pox, the more severe it is (hmm, rather like polio).  I don’t want them to come down with it someday when they’re 35 and die because the vaccine wore off.  I was never vaccinated for chicken pox; I caught it when I was five, was miserably itchy for a week, and promptly passed it on to my sister when she lay down on the couch with me one day in an effort to cheer me up.  And now I’m fine.  But things like whooping cough and diphtheria and hepatitis?  Those aren’t things I want to mess around with and things I don’t want my kids to have to deal with, either.

Now, though, I suppose I should wrap up my little rant because it’s nearly time to go home.  Yay!

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