I woke up this morning to a sweet little boy laying next to me in bed. He was giggling softly as he touched his father’s face. Proudly running his hands along my cheek and nose. Wait… no. Not just touching my face. What is going on?!
“Gideon! Stop! No! Don’t pick your nose, and don’t put what you find in your nose inside of Daddy’s nose! Oh my goodness, you are such a gross little man. Go find your Mom and tell her you are disgusting.”