I started my morning with Brennan shoving a marble up his nose. Nothing says maternal devotion quite like shoving tweezers up your son's nose to fish out a plastic marble. Boogers, blood, and snot... oh my.
I asked Brennan, repeatedly, what exactly convinced him to push the ball up his nose. He said he wasn't sure.
He wasn't sure.
I have no appropriate parental response to this.
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