I remember like it was yesterday: My nose was running like a faucet, and the pointed end of a magenta pencil hung on my face.
"Madeline ... you stuff a pencil in the nose?" Mom asked. "Doh," I said. "No?" Mom replied. "Doh". But the template was certainly upwards. Off to the doctor's office, I went, but it's not like little me liked lying. I just had no idea how less be a person. (I still do not, but that's another story for another day.)
And that's something this little guy knows a thing or two about. When he got a taste of some candy one day he took a pot of glitter with reckless abandon young. But when Mom asked where they all went, he assured him with great conviction he did not know what she was talking.
The only problem? Pinch-stache incriminating.
You tried this little man. You tried.
YouTube / Erica Boarman
YouTube / Erica Boarman
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