Monday, February 21, 2011

Dramatic Moments in our Life

I glanced across the living room at my daughter and jovially asked, "Whacha doing Lizzy?"  She gave me a look.

You know, the "I may have just committed a very serious crime-am I going to get away with it?" look.

I quickly scanned the living room for potential disaster.  The baby was still alive-looked like he had all parts intact.  No paint or food spills.  No nuclear waste accumulating 10 feet from the potty.

So we stared at each other for a very long 10 seconds while I waited for an answer.  Then, slowly, she put her hand up to her face, her finger up her nose, and very seriously said, "Picking my nose."

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