| chrisnull.com Paranoia. Hypochondria. Delusions of Grandeur. |
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8.29.2006 More conversations I never thought I'd have. (The three-year-old was in the back seat, and I was driving.) Zoe: "Hey, take this!" Me: "What?" Zoe: "It was in my nose!" Me: "What! What is it?" Zoe: "I wanna throw it away!" Me: "Uh... hang on. Uh... don't wipe it on anything! What is it!" Zoe: "It's white!" Me: "Uh... uh... is it soft?" Zoe: "Yeah, I wanna throw it away!" Me: "Ok, ok. Just hang on until we get there." Turns out it was a ball of lint... wet and nasty lint, but probably the best possible outcome. posted by Christopher Null | 9:15 AM |
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