Boggies
Okay... here we are at last. We're at the stage of parenthood that just gets a little weird.
I'm sitting here trying to check my email, etc., and Will comes over to me, sticks his finger in his nose, and pulls out a ginormous booger. I think to myself, "hm... an oxymoron of sorts -- it's both good that he can clear his nose himself, and also a disgusting development." Just as I'm conflicted about congratulating him and throwing up, he puts said booger into his mouth and swallows.
Oh man.
But you know you love your kid when you think, "GROSS!! But that was still kind of cute..." Sigh...
I'm sitting here trying to check my email, etc., and Will comes over to me, sticks his finger in his nose, and pulls out a ginormous booger. I think to myself, "hm... an oxymoron of sorts -- it's both good that he can clear his nose himself, and also a disgusting development." Just as I'm conflicted about congratulating him and throwing up, he puts said booger into his mouth and swallows.
Oh man.
But you know you love your kid when you think, "GROSS!! But that was still kind of cute..." Sigh...