Seven and I have been battling an onslaught of colds since Christmas. For serious, we have both been seriously sick twice in the past month, and we're still dealing with residual coughs and runny noses here and there.
One night, Sev was a little overly tired from the day and, heaven forbid, I made her take a bath after her dinner. She started whining and crying. I walked into the other room for a minute to hear her yell out, "MOM! MOM! I need a tissue!" I asked her why. "MY NOSE! It's.... it's falling! It's running away!!"
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