The untold joys of a toddler with a cold
June 8, 2007
Me with a handful of tissues.
“Come over here so I can wipe your nose.”
Miles running away as fast as he can.
“No. I wick it. I wick my nose.”
I guess that is better than wiping it on my silk damask throw pillows, a.k.a. evidence of my own insanity, like he usually does.
I spared you a photo. No need to thank me.
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