It's early Saturday morning and Timothy climbs into bed with us.
Guess what? he asks.
Last night I had a giant booger in my nose.
And then what? I inquire.
It was on my finger.
What did you do with it? I asked, hoping that a tissue figures somewhere into this story.
Then it got stuck on my thumb.
Oh boy I think.
And then? I ask, needing to know but not really wanting to.
I don't know...I don't see it anymore. And he hops off the bed.
And I am thinking that this morning...I am changing all the sheets.