Allergies
"Mummy!" George exclaimed, running away from his nanny and up to Mary.
"Hi, Georgie! How are you?" She scooped the four-year-old up into her arms. She took in his upset-looking face. "What's wrong?"
He rubbed his nose. "My nose is bad."
"How so?" She shifted him onto her hip.
"It's all… all red! And itchy." His lips pursed into a pout.
It took all her self control not to chuckle. "Well, what have you been up to today?" She began walking back towards the house.
"I woke up… I ate breakfast… I played with Sybbie and Marigold…. I walked!"
"Hmm…" his mother took his small hand in hers. "And what's this yellow on your fingers?"
"Um, I had flowers. Oh!" He pulled them out of his pants pocket. "Here you go!"
She politely took them into her hands. "Thank you, darling." She slid them into her own pocket. "Did your nose start itching after you picked the flowers?"
He squinted his eyes, considering the question. "Yeah."
"Well, it looks like you have allergies, George."
"What's that?"
"It means you can't be too close to the flowers and plants."
"Aww…"
She brushed his hair out his face. "Don't worry. I have allergies, too. You should still be able to look at the pretty flowers."
"Yay!" He went to scratch his nose.
"No!" She exclaimed right after he rubbed the pollen directly onto his nose.
He blinked, his nose scrunching before he let out a loud sneeze.
Mary couldn't help it any longer. She began to laugh heartily, but it wasn't long til she sneezed right along with him.