Noseprints

The front bay window is covered with snotty noseprints from Quinn pressing his face to the glass. In spite of the grossness, I have to say it makes me smile. When I leave for work now, he stands on the windowsill of the bay window. He taps the window and I tap back from the outside. He waves and points. He waves again as I depart in the car.

When I get home, the process is often repeated. We also spend time standing in the window, looking out at the daycare traffic across the street, squirrels, cars and trucks, and whatever else is going on outside. I can forgive a dirty window for all the fun we have in the front windowsill.