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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