My 2-year-old has neon green snot.
She thinks it’s very pretty.
I do not.
The pretty snot face is on the mend, but her poor baby brother is terribly congested and crusty. He’s such a happy guy that he’ll cough, cry, and then smile in quick succession. Our family is a walking petri dish.
Poor boy can only sleep when he’s upright in the Ergo. I do enjoy the view I have. (Please ignore the black dog hair stuck in his nose crust. I’m just trying to keep it real.)