You really haven’t lived until…

someone’s blown their nose in your hand. Extra points if it involves projectiles. Thankfully, the bristle from the hairbrush dislodged at roughly 75 miles per hour on the first try, saving us an evening visit to the OR. In retrospect, there was probably a more loving response than, “You idiot! Why on earth did you stick that up your nose?” In my defense, a palm full of mucous tends to hinder mommy’s sensitivity filter.