Yesterday, you were in your highchair while I was upstairs getting more bibs for you. While I was upstairs, I heard what sounded like you blowing your nose. When I went downstairs, I found that you had indeed learned how to blow your nose--on your arm. Your arm was coated with yucky, sticky boogers. You looked up at me and laughed. I had a slightly different reaction.
Love,
Mom
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