Wet Tissues

Carter and I have the sniffles.  He seems to be getting better.  I’m not, yet.  But I have a wonderful husband who has let me rest a lot this weekend.

My cute little son, though, is talking so much these days.  With a runny nose, he’d frequently ask for a “too-sue”.  A tissue.  To wipe his little nose.  Then he’d declare, “wet!” and hand it over to me. 

Wonder where I got my cold?

Wet tissues… another of the icky joys of motherhood.  I wouldn’t take my husband’s wet tissues… but somehow I consider myself blessed to take wet tissues from my little son.

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