Babies Must Think We're Dogs

Since Little G. is on antibiotics, the pooh is flowing several times a day. Now every time he fusses, I pick him up and do a sniff test on his bottom. The other day, I almost dropped the poor boy, because just as I sniffed, S. F. asked me what in the world I was doing. Her dad, deadpan, said, "Greeting him like a dog." Now every time I see another mom checking her baby's bottom, it's all I can do to keep a straight face.