A Little Present for Mom

Josh and I were outside doing some yard work today, and the kids were inside. About every five minutes one or the other of them came out, yelling, "Mom!" to ask for a drink or something. However, one time Lanie walked all the way out to where I was weeding by the garage without saying a word. She solemnly extended her right index finger and said, "Look." On the end of her finger was a fresh booger. I wiped it off on my shirt, and she silently returned to the house.