News Flash

I was just finishing the previous post when something newsworthy (or blogworthy) happened. Carson, dressed only in a diaper, came to me slowly with his arm out, and there was SOMETHING on his finger. “Oh, Lord. Please let that be part of a dead worm. Or the world’s biggest booger. Or melted chocolate from the leftover halloween candy.” I gently grabbed his wrist to prevent IT from touching anything, especially me, and held it closer to my nose. Nope.
It was none of those things.

5 Comments

  1. We call that “dipsticking”. Don’t be too hard on him… he was just checking the oil!

    (if you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about)

  2. No more watching “Dirty Jobs” for that kid. That’s not a way to impress the ladies.

    What is it about boys and hands and pants? Is it *that* hard to keep them out?!! Oy.

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