More torture...
Dear Nicky,
Tonight I wrestled with you so hard in order to suction your nose, we both broke out into a sweat. I hate cold and flu season. Whenever you get a cold it's always the same thing: massive congestion and profusely runny nose. Till now I've been very reluctant to stick a syringe up there, doing it in only the most profound circumstances, but with this cold we've decided to be much more aggressive. It's torture for you, I know, to get stuff squirted up your nose, then sucked out, then more stuff squirted up there. But it's really torture for me, too, to make that which I love more than anything cry out so hard and heartbreaking.
Love,
Dad
Tonight I wrestled with you so hard in order to suction your nose, we both broke out into a sweat. I hate cold and flu season. Whenever you get a cold it's always the same thing: massive congestion and profusely runny nose. Till now I've been very reluctant to stick a syringe up there, doing it in only the most profound circumstances, but with this cold we've decided to be much more aggressive. It's torture for you, I know, to get stuff squirted up your nose, then sucked out, then more stuff squirted up there. But it's really torture for me, too, to make that which I love more than anything cry out so hard and heartbreaking.
Love,
Dad
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