Opposites

The 4-year-old has a cold. Not a bad one. But just bad enough that he’s got that flypaper nose. You moms know the one I’m talking about–he’s constantly leaking a sticky fluid from his nose that then adheres to his nose and in turn catches all manner of dust bunnies. I know, gross. Never fear, I’ve now got a package of wet wipes in my purse.

Yesterday, (day 3 of the cold), I asked him:

How’s your cold doing today? Is it getting better?

Yup. It’s warmed up.

Awwww. He’s learning his opposites!

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