Little William came to visit. It was great fun.
We made a big picture of 'under the sea'. I wiped his nose.
I fixed him meals. He ate. I wiped his nose.
We went to the store. I wiped his nose.
He took a nice warm bubble bath in an overheated bathroom. I wiped his nose.
I slathered on the Vicks, and tucked him into footed pajamas. I wiped his nose.
He sat on my lap and drank hot cocoa as I wiped his nose.
He watched Winnie the Pooh, and fell soundly asleep. I wiped his nose.
He went home yesterday.
Last night, I began wiping my own nose.
7 comments:
I knew the end of that story before I got to it!! Sounds like us!
Is that you, Mikey?!
V once upset a niece greatly, as he told her her nose was getting shorter with every wipe.
My nose should be completely gone...
This is almost a poem! I loved it.
quid
computer-less and blogging "once in a blue moon" as a result
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