Bad Breath

Clara Grace developed a severe case of pink eye on the night of Friday, April the twenty-first. The little girl began showing symptoms after any doctor’s office was closed, and awoke in the middle of the night with painfully swollen eyes. So, while her mommy remained at home with baby Everett, Clara Grace and her daddy made a midnight run to the hospital. To keep his daughter occupied in the waiting room, Clara Grace’s daddy began to tell her a rambling story. Not far into the tale however, the little girl pulled away from her daddy’s face and said, “Daddy stop talking. Daddy’s talking goes in my nose.”

“Sorry if I didn’t take time to brush my teeth before trucking you to the emergency room,” her daddy replied wryly and then put his hands behind his head and leaned back to rest.

Clara Grace squeezed toward the opposite side of her chair and instructed, “Daddy put arms down. Daddy’s arms go in my nose.”