The following conversation took place tonight as I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner:
Micaiah: Did you see that boogie? Did you see that boogie in my nose, Mommy?
Me: (I was really focused on what I was doing, so after taking a second to process what he was saying...) Do you have a boogie in your nose, Baby?
Micaiah: No, I just had one. I just pulled it right out.
Me: (Trying to figure out if he had just said what I thought he said...) You pulled it out of your nose?
Micaiah: Yeah.
Me: What did you do with it?? ...Did you put it in the garbage?
Micaiah: No. I just pulled it right out, and I just put it on the wall.
Lovely. I had him show me where he put it, which he did very matter of factly, seeing absolutely nothing wrong with wiping boogers on the wall... and then I handed him a tissue and promptly had him remove it from its new home, and march it over to the trash. We then discussed the fact that we do NOT wipe boogies on the wall, and what to do next time if he should happen to find a crusty lodged in his nostril. Ah, the joys of boys... at least he didn't eat it.
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Oh dear...But you're right. At least he didn't eat it! We miss you!
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