kid germs

Half way to work this morning as the fog cleared from my eyes, I noticed a rubber dinosaur with his head stuck under my windshield wipers. I laughed. A sign of life. A sign of kids. A sign of imagination.

This is not an isolated incident. I have had a live frog jump from a little hand onto my dining room carpet; witnessed ice cream dripping from a nostril after an uncontrolled fit of laughter; healed a 'gushing wound' with a cookie; and spent two hours in a public library.

Ah. This is living.