Mustache? No, just a hairnose.
From the backseat of the car, Blessing #3 persistently kept trying to tell me something. "Huh?" I turned down the heater. "Huh?" Turned off the radio. "Huh?" Shushed the other kids. "Huh?" Finally, "Okay, talk nice and loud because Moma's hearing isn't so great this morning." B#3: Moma, I don't think I'm going to be able to wear this ever again.
Monkey Moma: Why is that?
B#3: Because I'm too little for it.
MM: But you're growing bigger and bigger every day. Did you know that? Some day you'll be a big boy like Daddy. Boys grow up into men.
B#3: Really?! Wow! ...And I'll have big hairnoses, too?
MM: Hairnoses? Oh... does Daddy have big nose hairs?
B#3: No, Daddy doesn't... (and then in great admiration and awe) but some daddies do! Sometimes their hairnoses are pokey. Sometimes they're squiggley. They have hairnoses because they have hair in their noses. All different colors of hair!
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3 Comments:
Ahhh... what an aspiration!!
LOL That is too cute! Your blessings do give you a lot of "material" to write about, now don't they?
Amazing! Your little blessings are indeed just that...can't wait for my own! :o)
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