Long sleeve shirts
Today I’m reminded of something my grandfather once told me. Keep in mind, my grandfather has always been kind of a kidder.
“Do you know why I always wear long sleeves?” he asked.
“No, why do you wear long sleeves” I said.
“Because if I wear short sleeves, when I do this” Snnsnnsnnhhhhhh (the sound of him wiping his nose along the length of his arm) “I’d get snot all over my arm.”
Why am I reminded of this? Jack apears to have a cold. He went to bed all congested last night, and now he has a runny nose. So when he sneezes a big snot ball or has a big drip, his first instinct is to wipe his nose with his sleeve. Luckily Mommy has had some success in teaching him to tell us when he needs a tissue, or to wait for a tissue after he sneezes.
So taking Grampy’s “advice”, I think we’ll keep him in long sleeves for a while, just in case. Or at least until winter is over.
‘Til next time.