The Little Things: There's a Dragon in My Nose

Here's a little "Best of the Year, So Far" tidbit. I'm convinced more and more it's the little things that make for true happiness and sustain us. Yesterday while finishing off some projects from last year, my little one crept into the room for some attention. I had left her downstairs with her grandmother and Toy Story 2, so I was a little surprised by the visit.

She so clearly wanted to be with me it was touching. Best of all she sneezed twice and then of course told me "I sneezed twice". She likes to keep me filled in. So, I asked "What's making you sneeze?". I was not really expecting an answer, but I got one and it was a doozy.

"I have a dragon in my nose." Really? Of course, I asked "What's he doing in there?". And the answer, cross my heart, was "He's after my boogies." Yikes! And the conversation continued "How are we going to get him out?" "We have to help him get out and fly home."

Later after dinner, I asked her. "Is the Dragon still in your nose?" "No. He went home." "Where does he live?" "Virginia." It was so priceless. That little exchange will keep me going this week.