Kirsi's Sick

Kirsi is starting to get a cold and she can't breathe well.  After we put her to bed, she woke up and Daddy went up to get her.  I took her some Kleenex.

Daddy: Here sweetie, blow your nose.
Kirsi: I can't.  You blow it.
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