Sharing Is Caring…sometimes

It‘s no secret I am a germ-a-phobe. I have got all sorts of problems with public washrooms, other people, doctor’s offices… I shudder at shared things like door handles, library books, bowling shoes, etc. Other people collect stamps and trading cards; I collect different scented hand sanitizers. So last night when I found myself in the following situation I am surprised that I am still living to tell it.

Big T and Lil’J attend a weekly “gym” class where they can run, jump and be wild. They have themed weeks where they, and other children learn about sports, sings songs, dance, interact with other children, etc. It’s great; we’ve been going for years. Big T is now at an age where he no longer needs to be in the “parent/tot” class and can go in while I, and other parents watch from the glass window outside. It’s funny to watch this class because all the children copy each other in everything, including if one goes to the bathroom, each of them has to go the bathroom.

Yesterday, one of the kids came out of the class and asked his dad for water. When he opened the door to return the class, another child slipped out and asked his mom for water. I could see Big T making his way to the door and sure enough he slipped out and asked me for water. When I arose to grab a cup and take it to the fountain, another child’s dad handed him a cup of water.

Other Dad: “Here drink this it’s William’s* and my water, you can drink it its just water.”

Big T: Grabbed the cup and started to guzzle the water.

Me: In absolute horror mode, germs, germs, germs, my palms sweaty I take the cup from Big T and say in my most calm, fake voice ever , “that’s enough, if you drink too much you’ll have to pee and miss the class.”

I thanked the Other Dad.

I know I sound like a total bitch, but you don’t know if my son is sick. I don’t know if you are sick. I don’t know if your son is sick. It’s flu season for god sakes. I understand he was being friendly;  being a parent to a child, not just his own, but am I a snob for wishing he had asked me something along the lines of  “ Can I share some of William’s* water with Big T?”, or “Is he allowed to have water, I have some here?” I mean, what if my kid was deathly allergic to water? Okay, now I am exaggerating, but you get me right? I know kids share drinks all the time and really it’s not a big deal, but I’m a touch grossed out.

Since I’ll be on a first class trip to hell for being an ungrateful beeeatch, what would you have done aside from sterilizing your son’s tongue?

*I changed the child’s name for obvious reasons.