tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37200010.post4705881247328998340..comments2008-05-13T16:27:36.831-05:00Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07915912351833244193loonybinblog@gmail.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37200010.post-47613949209935584232008-05-13T15:13:00.000-05:002008-05-13T15:13:00.000-05:00Sounds like somebody might have an anxiety disorder brewing....(I speak from personal experience, and it's not fun.) <BR/><BR/>When I was 8, I was convinced I was going to die from lockjaw because I had gotten some powdery rust on my hand from a fence. There was no cut, and my dad just laughed, thinking how "cute" it was that I was so afraid...It then spread to a fear of using cleaning chemicals too. My mom was not happy that I was convinced that I was going to be "poisoned" if I helped her clean the bathtub.<BR/><BR/>Maybe if you give the girls "weapons" it'll make them feel better. Once I discovered bunna rubber gloves, goggles and respirators, I felt an improved sense of control. Maybe if you convince them that simply opening the window for ventilation and admitting UV light will eliminate the contamination.snoreply@blogger.com