My kid cannot sleep in the car. Like, ever. On the way home from the grandparents’ house this weekend, she was positively exhausted. I knew Alice’s fatigue had caught even herself by surprise when I looked in the rearview mirror only to find that she had fallen asleep in the middle of picking her nose. Really. Her finger was jammed up there and she was out cold.
* The Wheels on the Bus reference is to the good folks at my daughter’s daycare, who taught her the very best verse ever spoofed: The people on the bus say, “Don’t pick your nose! Don’t pick your nose! Don’t pick your nose…” Don’t know what I’d do without her teachers.