As we were driving in the car to Bubbe’s house to take her out for Easter dinner, Zanna announced that she had a nose yucky to give me.
As you might imagine, the prospect of handling a sticky ball of snot excavated from my daughter’s nose didn’t exactly fill me with joy.
“Thank you God for this wonderful treasure,” I intoned somewhat sarcastically as I received the little ball of nostril-y goodness.
“I’m not God! I’m ZANNA!!!” was the indignant reply from the backseat peanut gallery.
“Thank you, Zanna!”
“You’re very welcome.”