My son is a grappler. He loves to climb. Not on the floor, mind you. On you. Get close enough to him and you will get a lap full of knees, elbows, fists and feet. And he has this way of burying his head in your chest while he’s working over your mid-section.
Well, in the last few days he has battled a cold. And the mucus has been flowing. Liberally. So yesterday he crawls on me (as he normally does), and I get the typical treatment of knees, elbows, fists, feet, and the head buried in the chest. Only this time my son has left me an extra gift. I look down at my shirt a few minutes later and notice that there is a patch of dried snot right about the same place his melon was a few moments earlier. Nice. Now the best part is that by the end of the day everyone in the house has been tagged in a similar fashion.
Now, why am I telling you this? No reason, beyond the fact that I want to record this day so I can come back to it one day and be reminded of some of the best days of my life.
