I’m a drool-wearing Gram! My sleeves and jeans absorb it quite courageously. It’s flung from here to there; walking in it is highly probable. For the most part, it’s not mine! When the grandson’s 2-year-old molars decided to irrupt, they came in with a vengeance producing slobber, fever, snot and crankiness. I have found it … Continue reading My Badge of Honor