Something I just discovered because of my husband. He went in for a snuggle and then realized, “Agh…you have snot on your shoulder…”
And I replied, “Not surprised…”
Because I have come to discover that my entire person is a personal tissue for my baby.
She’ll be walking around with a funny look on her face and I’ll ask, “you okay, sweet thing?”
“No…,” a soft voice. A little baby no. (Her new favorite word.)
“Okay come here. Mama will try and help.”
A sudden sprint for me and my piece of clean clothing gets a nice smear of snot.
And it’s not like I can leave out a box of tissues for her…no no no that’s like toilet paper to her…it will be torn apart into tiny pieces throughout the house…
So instead my person is usually the tissue.
So I guess this post is for both: all the moms who understand, but also for all the husbands, “yes that is snot on my shoulder, put there by our offspring.”
Have a laughable Friday Evening 🤓