We’re more chill. I remember a young co-worker who brought her newborn to a business conference, yet freaked out anytime any of her colleagues touched the baby. (Hint: If you don’t want people touching your baby, don’t bring her to an event attended by hundreds of people!) I think that had she been older, she might have been less phobic about germs, dirt, and dog kisses. You want to hold my daughter? She’s all yours. Please hang onto her until I’ve finished dessert. I also don’t pack three changes of outfits and 10 diapers plus a sack full of toys every time we leave the house. And if the dog licks her on the face and then steals her cookie? Sorry folks, but I’m really, really okay with that.