I think I pack my days so full (mentally, physically, spiritually) that sometimes I forget to pay attention when I really need to.
I was occupied with some of my 'business' the other day when Lucy walked up to me. She kept saying "ooge, ooge." I was kind of waving for her to go sit for a minute and I would help her as soon as I was done. I probably said that to her at some point, but she was very persistent. After hearing "ooge, ooge" about 25 times I finally looked over and said, "Lucy! What is wrong?!"
Her finger appeared very close to my face with a booger, bigger than the tip of her pinky on it.
Looking back at my track record the last week, my mom job can be really gross.
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