Not looking forward to Paris

Let me tell you a story about why I am not enthused about returning to Paris.

We're in Paris after our tour of Belgian battlefields. Our tour guide, Barbara, has been wonderful and really accommodating (I think we asked about seeing German cemeteries every day while in Belgium). We're waiting for the tour bus to appear outside of our hotel. I am not sure why Daorcey does this, but he suddenly places his index finger in my left nostril.

Figuring he just wants a reaction, I don't do anything. If he discovers "something" it's his own fault, right? However, he keeps his finger in my nose long enough for Barbara to glance over and be totally horrified.

Since then, when Daorcey threatens to place a finger in my nose, I tell him he can only do it when we're in Paris. I just didn't think we'd be going back so soon...

I just hope he washes his hands first.