Monday, June 9, 2014


You'll be happy to know that I have permission to share this story.  I went shopping with one of my children this weekend  and I reached for her hand.  She kind of cupped and wiggled her hand in mine.  Finally, I said, "I don't think you want to hold hands."

As she shook her head and ran on, I felt a little sad and a little pleased.  "She's growing up," I thought to myself.

Later, she reached for my hand and confided, "Mama, I have something to tell you.  You know earlier, when I took my hand away?  It's because it was covered in boogers."

There in the middle of the store, I threw back my head and laughed.  I suppose she is growing up.  Last year, boogers were meant to be shared.

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