A Nose is a Nose by John Lee

It was a lovely Sunday morning. We filed into church and took a pew. I am always fascinated with the hymnals and have to have one to read while we sing. I had one and then put it back. When I tried to get it back from the holder on the pew in front of us, I fell forward and my nose connected with said holder. Mama took me to the back. I cried for a long time and my nose bled. It was later that afternoon that it actually swelled below my nose. You can't see it as well in the picture, but if was abotu grape size. It still hurts to blow my nose, but I am healing quickly. Note: The bruise on my forehead is from a prior incident.

P.S. This is why Baptists don't dance in church.