Laurel has a cold, and halfway through our morning walk I realized I had neglected to stuff tissues in her pockets before leaving the house. But ever the resourceful mom, I offered her my t-shirt hem as a backup nose wiper.
An hour later I'm at home, making lunch at the kitchen counter when I feel Laurel tugging on my shirt. I thought she was trying to get my attention, but no, she was taking care of her runny nose situation. I had to explain that mommy's shirt as substitute tissue was a one-time deal.