Snail Trails

Snail Trails



As I sit on the couch editing photos, the kids stand beside me coloring. I notice the boy wiping his nose.

I turn and look just as he bends down to the arm of the couch, pressing his nose to it, gliding it from one end of the arm to the other. Leaving a bright new glistening snotty snail trail behind him. Like a silver contrail in the evening sky.



"Hey! Dude! Come on, don't do that." I plead.

He turns and laughs. "Yeeeees!"

"Hold on, I'll get you a snot rag ok."

"Nooooo, it's fun."

Of course it is. What isn't fun these days.



I barely survived the sickest week of our lives. By weeks end our couch looks like a sidewalk stricken with recent memories of slimy snails. Silver streaks abound.

Good thing is, after they dry a good finger nail scraping leaves no trace of the crusty contrails. What you can't see, can't hurt you right?