Jordan, walking into the living room, holding out his index finger: "Daddy, what's this?"
Nick: "I don't know. Come here and let me see it."
Jordan walks slowly toward him, all the while inspecting his finger intently.
Jordan: "Here, Daddy!"
Nick: "Ew. I think it's a booger!"
Jordan: "No. It came out of my ear."
I took Sabine on a field trip to a farm today. They saw horses and pigs and cows and goats and sheep. They talked only of poop though. The. Whole. Time.
ReplyDeleteYes! The poop! The endlessly entertaining poop! Fortunately for us, we have a ridiculously high tolerance for it. Boogers, not so much on my part.
DeleteEvery day that passes that kid looks more and more like his father. Photogenically at least, I don't know about real life. and re. the story, well, at least he's curious about stuff?
ReplyDeleteHe does look very much like his dad. Everyone who knows us says so.
DeleteI find it interesting that it's all very factual until you put a label (good, gross, etc) on it, you know?
Meaning it was boogery ear wax? or a booger stored in the ear?! I confess to quite liking removing those globbery parts from my YOUNGER children. Carmen and I have long since left that phase where "baby's slimy body producrs are mommy's hobby." Can't believe i'm writing this on a public forum! But there is maternal fascination, no?
ReplyDeleteIt was totally boogery ear wax. And I share your fascination. I am going to be bummed when they get to the age where I'm no longer allowed to remove gunk from them.
DeletePS -- Now that I know how to comment, oh baby, stop me from monopolizing! xx
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