That's not a Button

This morning, the last official day of Spring Break, Elijah woke up around 7:45 and crawled into our bed. The Newsome Three were cuddling in bed and talking. Jason was trying to tickle Elijah who kept turning to me for protection. Finally, Jason gave up on the tickling and started poking Eli's nose and making a "boop boop" noise. Eli said, "Quit that. It's not a button. It's my nose."

That reminded me of something he said a few weeks ago when he went to the emergency room. He had fallen off the piano bench face first into our concrete basement floor. I took him to the ER to get him checked out because he had a rather large knot above his right eye; furthermore, he kept holding his whole face and crying like he was in major pain. (Normally, when he whacks his noggin, he cries for a few minutes then goes on with his life.) Anyway... we checked into the ER and they came to get us shortly and took us back to a room. The doctor came about an hour later. He checked over Eli and made the comment, "You're probably going to have a black eye for a while." Eli didn't miss a beat. "Uh, uh. I have blue eyes." You really can't get one past this kid.