“I know.” She sniffed, wiping her nose on my shirt and leaving a trail of boogers there.
“Thanks.”
“Get used to it,” she muttered. “It’ll be a trail of urine before you know it.”
“Not yours, I hope.”
“Cannot guarantee it.” She wiped at her cheeks. “I love you, Ethan.”
“I know you do, sunshine.” I kissed her temple.
“Good. Now please buy me some fucking Doritos.”