The Blessings of Home

Y'all, it's almost 11:00 at night, and my two big girls (8 and almost 7) are standing in front of my armoire mirror, cleaning out their noses with Q-Tips and grossing each other out with their boogers.

Tink: A girl gots to be a girl.

Pooh: You can't look at their beauty. You gotta look on the inside.

Tink: Don't toot on me any more.

Pooh: Hey, I only tooted on you once, and you tooted on me twice.

Tink: Well, that's how I roll on my birthday week.

Brings a tear to my eye.