Mower and I took the kids for an Office Max adventure that mainly consisted of Handsome ripping things off shelves and throwing them on the floor and Bubba asking, Can I buy this? That translates from kid-speak to parent-speak from: Can I buy this? to: Can you use your discretionary income to purchase this product which will cause a large mess, arguments over who had it first, and the inevitable phrase, "Na, that's boring" after two hours of opening the package.

Handsome has been dealing with a cold in the past few days, and was a running snot factory. I let it run until we got to the truck, where there are napkins in the glovebox to use. Before reaching said napkins, Mower reached over, used his thumb to wipe the gooey mess from Handsome's upper lip, and then picked Handsome up.

I protested this method of snotsies removal, and Mower unashamedly defended his choice. "I usually wipe it on your shirt afterward. Does that make you feel better?"

Loads better, honey, loads better. See where the inspiration for yesterday's entry came from? This can last for a lifetime, darling.