you own a little piece of history. And if you're missing a little pom-pom from your card, I'll tell you where it's been: Up Evan's Nose.The other day as it was getting close to bed time Evan started throwing a fit; crying, hitting his nose, smooshing his face into the floor. It looked like a typical tantrum, but there was still just something different about it. Brad dismissed it with a "he's just tired; we'll put him to bed."
But what can I say, mother's intuition told me it was something else, so I looked at his nose a little closer. And then I looked up his nose. And there it was. A white pom-pom lodged up one of his nostrils. It took me, Brad, and a pair of tweezers to get it out, but it's out (and no, I didn't glue it back onto the card).
So when there's mortal danger, a father's intuition kicks in, and a mother's intuition kicks in when… it's orifice related? How is that fair?
