Guess what? he asks.
What.
Last night I had a giant booger in my nose.
And then what? I inquire.
It was on my finger.
What did you do with it? I asked, hoping that a tissue figures somewhere into this story.
Then it got stuck on my thumb.
Oh boy I think.
And then? I ask, needing to know but not really wanting to.
I don't know...I don't see it anymore. And he hops off the bed.
And I am thinking that this morning...I am changing all the sheets.
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Viva l'innocenza, adoro Timothy.
Buon sabato mattina (eh! eh!).
Heehee-- Don't ya love that about the little guys? The unabashed practical reality of them. And the grossness.
Ah, honesty is such a lovely word--in reality, so things we don't want to know. Let's face it, kids lose boogies everywhere...
Sometimes I just don't want to know what my kids are doing.
You have the most humorous, laugh-out-loud stories to tell! HEHEHEHE!! Cathy
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