William often gets nosebleeds. He got one in the car. Pull over? For a nose-bleed? Come on. I passed him back a tissue and told him to wipe his nose. Several minutes later, I looked back. The tissue was gone, and William was trying to fish a tiny bit of white out of his nostril.
We both pinned him down in the back seat and Joe began extracting tissue with my Swiss army knife tweezers. It was like the magicians when they pull the scarves out of their fists...it just kept coming and coming. I had no idea that much tissue could fit up such a tiny orifice. That boy is talented.
▲The talented Man-Baby.
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