Are you ill?

OK. . . I'm sitting back in my vavorite pair of hangout shorts. These are also known as "when did you last wash those foul shorts" by Lynmarie. My dear little princes Mikaela is snuggled in to my side with my arm around her. As I watch what ever mind numbing show du jour, I feel that she is very softly running her finger up my arm. How wonderful. Cute, even. Then I notice her finger is wet. Then I see it return for another exploritory trip to her nose.

What's up with that?

For now . . .