Drip

The other day, Nolan was having a bit of drama over something. He was crying pretty hard and we were trying to get the boys out the door. So, I picked him up and cuddled him while I carried him over to the back door. Nolan calmed down and straightened up. Then he looked at my cheek in surprise. I could feel that one of his tears was now resting on my check. Nolan took his Buddy, carefully wiped my face, and commented, "You have a drip."