so with that out of the way,

[auntiehallie]

chicky (the three year old) over lunch, had this to say - while stuffing himself with mac and cheese:

chick: sometimes? i put my finger into my nose and i pull fings out of dere.
me: (dark look toward the five year old (buggy) sitting opposite) chicky?
buggy: (chortling heartily)
chick: (stuffing more mac and cheese into mouth) yesh?
me: sometimes, people don't necessarily want to hear about fings coming out of your nose, while they're eating.
chick: (pensive look)
me: i mean, i know you live with doctors and everything.
chick: yeah, like, mama and daddy are doctors.
me: that's right. a lot of doctors can eat next to a toilet and not be bothered, you know (buggy explodes in giggles) but remember that even mama doesn't want to hear about poop at the table.
chicky: yeah, sometimes, mama says we don't use poop voices at the table.
me: yeah
(pause. chicky does the Long Stare out the window, idly shoving more mac and cheese in his mouth. i cut up apples for apperatifs)
chick: but *some*times, when i put my finger in dere, there's nose kaka in dere. and it just doesn't stop *coming*!
me: *heavy sigh*
more apples, anyone?
buggy: BWAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA!