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.