June 20, 2008
“Yoy-yun?” Noah called me to the couch. His outstretched finger had something pale stuck to it. He made a gesture that I knew meant he wanted me to get it off him.
“What is that, Noah?”
“A big one.” Well, I could see that. I was pretty sure it was a booger. I tried another tack.
“Where did it come from?”
“From this nose.” He pointed to one nostril. I got a wipe and made the big one disappear.
This is my life. It’s kind of funny and sad at the same time.