Last night in church, Ben, who was sitting beside me, picked up my hand and began to sweetly rub it back and forth over what I fondly believed to be his cheek.
However, upon looking down, I discovered he was drawing it back and forth, back and forth, over his nose. The part of his nose where the you-know-what comes out.
Yeah.
Children are like roller coasters; one minute you're soaring on pure sweetness, the next you're plunged into the depths of grossness.
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LOL! Gross! That sounds like something my kids would do!
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