Sydney: "It's a baby egg."
Tyson: "It's not a baby egg. It's a booger."
Me, feeling obligated but not wanting to ask goes and looks. Sydney is crouched on the floor but I can't tell if she's doing anything. I resume getting ready.
Tyson: "Don't throw boogers at me. That's disgusting."
Me, grossing out: "Sydney, what do you have?!"
Sydney: "This", holding her finger up.
Me: "Don't be disgusting. Go put it in the trash."
I didn't think I had boys yet?!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Overheard At My House
at Thursday, November 20, 2008
Labels: Motherhood, Sydney
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2 comments:
just wait..............
any place is fair game for booger stashing...walls, floors, car seats, sisters, ceilings, furniture, even mouths! ugh!
That cracks me up!
My boys are more the blood and guts type. Boogers make me gag!
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