Tonight I was putting Kitty in bed and noticed a booger crusted above her upper lip. So, I scraped it off with my fingernail, but accidentally scraped it directly into her open mouth.
I was horrified to hear her excitement at discovering a new salty treat. “MmmMMMMM!” smacking her lips. “MmmmMMMMMM!!”
When Lizzy was about 3 years old, I was laying on the couch while she watched some cartoons. I dozed off, only to be rudely awakened by tiny fingers forcing something salty into my mouth. I opened my eyes to see Lizzy’s mischievous face smirking back at me, proudly displaying a greenish yellow prize on her index finger. Not nice.
I told Lizzy that boogers were gross and she shouldn’t eat them.
She passionately replied, “No they’re not, Mommy! They’re reawwy yummy!!! I wike boogers!!!” Then she followed me around the house chanting “I… WIKE… BOO–GERS!!! I… WIKE… BOO–GERS!!!” This went on for about a half an hour.
Kids are gross.