He woke up congested again. Allergies, I presume, since I’ve got the same issues.
The first words I heard out of his mouth were:
“I wish I didn’t even have a nose.”
Really? no nose? Right.
which was followed by a whole lot of whining and complaining and fussing and then
“This is the baddest day ever.”
I hadn’t even told him yet that we were headed to the dentist.
Nice.










