Sam's got the stomach flu now. Both ends. All very sad. Last night he had a bout of diarrhea in his sleep. The smell was so bad it woke me up. Poor buddy.
Well, while I was giving him a bath, he had another bout in the bathtub and I started draining the tub and Sam was mad. He kept trying to plug the tub because he said, "Mom, I just want to sit here."
So, I started explaining about germs. About how you can't see them, but hovering unseen in that fecal matter live these little monster type creatures that can make you sick.
He gave me this incredulous look, like, "you believe that nonsense?" And suddenly, I was all weirded out because why *did* I believe it? Just because someone told me to? I mean, seriously. Tiny, unseen little monsters that make you sick and you should be afraid of?
We get all high and mighty about people who used to believe that people were sick because they thought they were possessed by demons and oh how silly and superstitious and how could they believe that just because someone told them to?
But look at that conversation with Sam. Replace "germs" with "demons."
Kinda sounds exactly the same, doesn't it.