On the drive to Emma's school today:
Emma: Dad, I need a tissue. Can you give me a tissue?
Me: I'm sorry Emma, I don't have any up here. You knew your nose was running...you should have brought one with you.
Emma: Yeah.
Me: Maybe you can just wipe it on your mitten. It's kind of yucky, but sometimes you just have to do that when you don't have a tissue. It will dry up and be fine.
Emma: Ok.
The dilemma appears to pass, and then it is quiet for several minutes...
...interrupted by the sound of Emma loudly blowing her nose.
Me: Emma, did you just blow your nose into your mitten?
Emma: [laughing] No! I blew it on my mitten!
Note to self: You can't be explicit enough about directions to a three-year-old. That, and they appear to revel in their acute attention to prepositions.
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