Silly Girl

Sharon, Sage and I are having a lazy morning. I have the day off and nothing to do.

We were all three laying on the bed, making a Sage sandwich, talking and laughing and being a family. I sat up and Sage looks at me curiously.

“Daddy, you got somepin in your nose” (Using her three year old speak and phrases here.)

Suddenly I have a tiny finger in my nostril, rooting around. She pulls it out and looks at it and then looks back up at me.

“Daddy…you got hair in your nose.”

Sharon and I lost it.