My toddler that is, not Barack Obama. Who's totally not a girl anyway.
I'm in the shower, and Z's standing in the bathroom doorway. "Mama," she says, "I've got snot. On my shirt." She's standing frozen, arms slightly raised so as not to touch the globby green slime on the front of her sweatshirt.
I step onto the bathmat, grab a piece of TP and wipe her nose and shirt. I can do this with one foot still in the tub because my bathroom is that small.
"Thank you," says my angel. Then, "I have boogies in my nose."
