Every time singing and story time ends at the library, there is play time.
Play time is a small red basket filled with toys that all the little ones trample on each other to get to.
I cringe every time. (I’m sure I’m not the only mom)
It’s like handing them a basket of germs.
All these babies do, Lily included, is put these toys in their mouths.
I mean, how many mouths have been on each toy?
Who knows, but I cringe just thinking about it.