We have two elderly, senile pets that are always shitting/pissing/puking everywhere -- which is a joy, I'll tell you. BUT, I think it's probably been good for my two little monsters. They don't seem to be allergic to much, except they inherited my (mostly ocular) pollen allergy. Sometimes genetics is stronger than early antigen presentation. They aren't always covered in dirt like some of the little feral beasts that run around with boogers and soot caked under their finger nails and they get regular baths, but our home is nowhere near the sterile, hospital environments I see in other people's homes.
I lived in fear of the dreaded peanut allergy since my oldest friend from growing up, who had kids a decade before I did, has two 'peanut kids' as he calls them. Whenever we go backpacking he lives on Snickers bars since he can't have them around the rest of the year lol. He and his wife are just normal folks, though, suburban yes but not overt clean freaks or anything. I think sometimes it just happens. Luckily, my kids could eat a whole jar of PB if I let them haha.
I'm the first one to call bullshit when Dan wants to be called Helen now and gets pissed if you fuck it up and all the other libtard nonsense, but I think this is just a nice way to let kids afflicted with something that is no fault of theirs in on the fun of trick-or-treat. If my five year old couldn't run around the neighborhood with his friends in a costume it would make him very sad, which would in turn break my heart so I think this is a rare case where the Bear Pit's derision is misdirected.
It's a first world problem to be sure, but that doesn't mean you cant empathize. They're kids for shit sake.
I lived in fear of the dreaded peanut allergy since my oldest friend from growing up, who had kids a decade before I did, has two 'peanut kids' as he calls them. Whenever we go backpacking he lives on Snickers bars since he can't have them around the rest of the year lol. He and his wife are just normal folks, though, suburban yes but not overt clean freaks or anything. I think sometimes it just happens. Luckily, my kids could eat a whole jar of PB if I let them haha.
I'm the first one to call bullshit when Dan wants to be called Helen now and gets pissed if you fuck it up and all the other libtard nonsense, but I think this is just a nice way to let kids afflicted with something that is no fault of theirs in on the fun of trick-or-treat. If my five year old couldn't run around the neighborhood with his friends in a costume it would make him very sad, which would in turn break my heart so I think this is a rare case where the Bear Pit's derision is misdirected.
It's a first world problem to be sure, but that doesn't mean you cant empathize. They're kids for shit sake.