Sweet Potatoes and Snot

Somebody has a cold. Some two-bodies have a cold.

And Nana says thank you.

First, the loving wipe of the face(s) across my dark purple shirt, snuggles and loves. And translucent strings of snot. Repeat.

Add sweet potato covered chubby hands grabbing my booger-ed dark purple shirt. Orange hand prints mixed cleverly with smears of dried goo.

That's ok. Nana loves her babies. The shirt will wash. The babies will wash. Nana will wash.

Still, Nana says, "Die, germs, die!"