Little Boogers

Warning: This conversation is not for the squeamish.


Max (holding up his index finger): Look, Mommy. A booger.

Me: Ew. Well, go wipe it in a tissue or something and throw it away.

Max: But I just want to eat it.

Me: Ugh. No, we don't eat boogers. Get a tissue, please.

Max: But I want to just hold it 'til daddy comes home.

Me: Put it in the trash, please.

Max (sadly): Ok.

While Max walks to the trash can, Cole pipes up.

Cole: I've held a booger for a long time before.

Me: You have? Why?

Cole: Because I like to roll it around in my hand. But sometimes I drop it and then I can't find it. It blends into everything.


And now I'm thinking beige, speckled carpet wasn't the best choice.

Or maybe it was...