The other day, driving home, Ryan tried to pick my nose. I had a low-hanger and he was willing to get it for me. I said, "do I have a bat in the cave?" as I pulled the mirror down to look at it. I struggled for several seconds to try to dislodge the bat to no avail.
I look over to see Ryan picking his nose to give himself a low-hanger so that I wouldn't have one alone. How sweet is he?! To know that my husband won't let me face with world with a boogie hanging from my nose alone. He'll have one too.
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