I'm a Kleenex!

I never thought it would happen but it's true. I'm a Kleenex. It wasn't long ago when Abby learned that Mommy's shirt it is the ultimate nose wiping surface, with so many optimal spaces for comfortable nose wiping. Just when I think she wants to snuggle in for a hug, the wiping begins. She'll smash her nose against my shirt arm or chest and then fervently wipe her face back and forth until she has contently wiped all the boogies out of her nose. At first I thought it was kind of cute, not realizing what was really going on, but now that she has a little cold, it is only gross. The problem is catching the wiping frenzy before it begins so that I can grab an actual kleenex to wipe her nose- which of course makes her cry... but getting to a kleenex box after the wiping has begun is almost a lost cause since by the time I finally get to a box, the wiping (and the damage) is already done. Ahhh, mommy-hood.