there it is... I spot it with my hearing. sniff sniff. never mind I think. just a tickle in her nose.
there it is again. I zoom in on the culprit. sitting innocently doing her reading out loud. and then she does it.
the craft is meticulously mastered. a swift move. without even giving it a thought. a sweep of the back of the hand against her oozing nose. lovely. another efficient job handled by her jeans as she carefully executes her clean up plan. keep reading keep reading keep reading.
I'm waiting for it... ah yes, another wippppeeee this time with her fingers.
and as if I've never noticed it before....somehow my radar sets sight on the special pencil I've loaned the lovely innocent. The symbols are crashing in my head I as notice the slow motion of her snotted hand...reaching ... reaching... and finally holding the pencil.
MY pencil.
Ewwwwww.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the day I discovered Austin was wiping his nose on his sleeves. Gack.