I heard it first, in the early morning, when even the birds couldn't suspect its presence, because they were alseep. Not so our little girl, and not so this surprisingly mobile, light yellow baby booger that was peeking in and out of her left nostril. "Baby Morgen," I said "did you have a nice sleep?" "Snuff, snuff, yawn" said Morgen. I looked, and there was the cause of the snuffling.
Later, I noticed it again. "Snuff, snuff, snuff!!" said Morgen (or more precisely, said Morgen's nose), when we were playing with Mortimer the Moose. A half-hearted swipe at her face did not retrieve the booger. It dodged my weak attempts to oust it all day. In fact, it was still there when Daddy came home. And it's probably there even now playing peek-a-boo with Gavin as he changes our happy baby. Some day I may become the mom who picks her infant's nose, but not today. Hail the victorious crust of mucus.
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