This morning while we were eating breakfast I told Man I was worried about the little girl. She had a nosebleed in her sleep last night (the first one I remember not by the hand of an older brother). Maybe I used too much bleach in my mop bucket; maybe she has a sinus infection…maybe, maybe, maybe. He took one look at her and said, “Quit picking your nose”. She grins like a Cheshire cat, wrinkles her nose, purses her lips and chimes in: “yeah, yucky”.
Have you ever seen the video about the man and the woman and the nail? I think they were eavesdropping on a few of the conversations within my household. Why do we overly complicate life some times? Thank goodness for counterparts that can narrow down the problem with a simple logical explanation (that often negates the needless anxiety spin).