I have to give VanWagner credit for the title. Apparently, many years of teaching 3rd grade writing has sharpened her own writing skills. It's a catchy and disgusting title...yep, she's definitely thinking like a 3rd grader!
Cole had scratched his face a couple of days ago. As we were sitting in the car waiting to get the girls from school, he said, "Mom, I pulled this off my face. It looks like a tree." (I guess the bark of a tree?) I look back and explain to him that it's called a scab and told him not to pull it off. He looked concerned and said, "Maybe we can buy a new scab at the store." Zoe and I agreed we didn't want to shop at a store that sells scabs. GROSS! My brother did say he thought they might be on sale at Wal-Mart.
Finally he calmed down and I played with him in his room. He looked at me and said, "It makes me sad when I have snot in my nose, and I'm happy because you are playing cars with me."
I took Cole to the doctor yesterday. He has a sinus infection and an ear infection. Poor guy! He was asleep on the couch at 6:30, then awake and screaming at 7:30. He cried for about an hour. 
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