I couldn't really see what it was. "What is it, Claire?"
I took it, and found out it was a huge booger. "Its from my nose, mama."
But I had already taken it, so now it was my problem. I guess I should just be glad she didn't eat it.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Here you go, Mom.
Claire and I were walking through the store yesterday, when she stopped and reached up to hand me something. "Here you go, Mom."
I couldn't really see what it was. "What is it, Claire?"
I took it, and found out it was a huge booger. "Its from my nose, mama."
But I had already taken it, so now it was my problem. I guess I should just be glad she didn't eat it.
I couldn't really see what it was. "What is it, Claire?"
I took it, and found out it was a huge booger. "Its from my nose, mama."
But I had already taken it, so now it was my problem. I guess I should just be glad she didn't eat it.
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I love this! Such a matter of fact way of handling the problem of having something gross on your finger--give it to Mom!
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