Hurricane Iris keeps on blowin’

The toddler adventures continue. Iris was enjoying a fine slice of deli ham, and her nose started to run, as it had been pretty much all day. Sitting in another room, I hear Kathryn in the kitchen saying “Iris, wipe your nose. Iris, wipe your nose!” A few moments pass, and then Kathryn yells:


These are things you never expect to say. Ever. But I’m willing to bet that a million other parents have repeated the same words at one time or another.

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