Confessions
I admit it. I have wiped Walter's nose with a tissue and then put it in my pocket. Only to pull it out five minutes later and wipe his nose again. (Which he hates, by the way. The fastest way to make him cry is to come anywhere near his face with a kleenex.) This is something I remember my grandma doing. Although in her case, the tissue was stuffed up her sleeve. Give me a few more years...
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You think that's bad... yesterday I used the T-shirt that I was wearing to wipe my daughters nose. I AM the kleenex. Ugh.
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