The other day, I was...indisposed, while the boys were in the kitchen munching away at their breakfast. B has had a nasty cold with all the snottiness in which this entails. Yum, yum, yum. While I was...busy, I hear B sneeze, which invariably meant that there was some sliminess finding its way down his face. However, as previously mentioned, I was unable to attend to this particular problem in a timely manner. As I wrapped up my business, I heard M call out, "Mommy, B sneezed. Oooooooooh gross, B! Baby, you have buggaws?" Then I heard nothing.
Moments later I walked into the kitchen in time to see M, who had climbed onto B's highchair, was wielding a wet-wipe and wiping B's nose. I stopped in my tracks. Awesome. I have birthed my very own nose-wiper. I wonder if he changes poopy diapers, too.
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