The Nose Knows

The other night Andy and I were sitting on the couch while the Little people were talking amongst themselves. Anna came up to me, gabbing and waving her hands.


My noce iz init.

What, honey?

My noce iz init!

I'm sorry, baby, mommy doesn't understand. What are you saying?

MY NOCE IZ INIT!

And then she slapped this on my finger.



And that very moment her words became disgustingly clear.

my nose is in it.

Next week we start working on sentence structure.