This one's for Daddy. We love you. 

You Can't Pick Your Friend's Nose

Allergy season is here and our daughter, Madeline, is just as susceptible to being irritated by molds and pollen as the rest of us. She's been coughing at night and sneezing during the day. She wakes up with her nostrils sealed shut by mucous. It's not only not pleasant to look at, but I would imagine that it impedes her breathing. So, I took it upon myself to dislodge the boogers with my own bare hands.

This, of course, wasn't received well by my daughter, who shook her head profusely in order to derail my attempts. I tell her it will be ok, but she doesn't understand me or what I'm doing. I've been trying to catch her by surprise, but she's so intuitive. It's like she has the force. She knows when I'm heading for her nose regardless of my tactics. I'm one step away from the hot washcloth trick. Then she'll see who's the boss. That's right, it's Tony Danza.

I miss you and the Dawg.