When you have little kids, you have to put up with lots of gross stuff.
I just happen to have a couple of fun examples from the past week.
And, no, these are NOT about poop. Check out one of last month's posts for that story.
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A Short Story:
Baby Boy hollered from the backseat, "I have a booger on my finger! I have a booger on my finger!" over and over until I reached back there and got it off his finger.
(My husband said, "He's got a sister on either side of him, and he doesn't know where to wipe a booger?')
A Longer Story:
I walked out to the park down the street with the twins and they ran ahead of me.
Actually I was delayed by Boo yelling out the window at me, "What's nine times eight?" and me yelling back, "I'm NOT giving you the answers to your homework problems!"
(Translation: Mommy is not actually sure what nine times eight is.)
Anyways, by the time I got to the park the twins were happily munching pretzels. As were the other four or five neighborhood kids there.
I asked, "Where did you get the pretzels?"
The twins indicated one of the neighbor kids around their own age. "M gave them to us."
I said, "Oh! You should tell M thank you for sharing her pretzels!"
M said, "They're not my pretzels."
I said, "Then whose are they?"
"I dunno. I found them on the ground," M said matter-of-factly, and then walked away, still chewing her own pretzel.