A Gooey Gift
I’m typing away on the IM with Cymple when the door to my room creaks open and my 3 year old’s head pops out.
“Look Mama,” he says and extends his hand to me.
“What is it boy?”
“Look at this.” He walks toward me with a silly look on his face, closely studying the thing in his hand.
He takes it out of his hand and places it in mine. I examine it. It is purplish and brown. Is it a bug? It feels soft. I don’t get it.
“What is this?” I ask him.
He shrugs his shoulders and looks at my hand.
“Where did you get it?”
“Out of my nose.”