The other morning I cut the tip of my nose while shaving. I know, it’s completely stupid, and I can hardly believe it myself. I was just moving the razor from one side of my face to the other, and there was my nose, getting nosy. So as I type this, I have a double gash in the tip of nose (cheap dual bladed razors!).

Leah saw me trying to stop the blood and was super curious (as two year olds are) about what was going on. I explained to her, and she offered all sorts of condolences, offered to kiss the nose, fetched me tissues, etc.

Later on during the day, she floored Carrie and I with something she said, nose related. I can’t remember what we were talking about. I think we were getting ready to go somewhere, and normally she might say “And Daddy too?”, hoping that instead of having to work, I’d be joining them for their adventure.

Instead of “And Daddy too?”, she said “and Daddy with his nose so bright”. Cut nose. Red nose, Rudolph with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight? Carrie and I were, as I said, floored. Hopefully Leah reads this in 10 years and realizes why we were both laughing so hard.