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.
Yes! The poop! The endlessly entertaining poop! Fortunately for us, we have a ridiculously high tolerance for it. Boogers, not so much on my part.
Every 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?
He does look very much like his dad. Everyone who knows us says so.I 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?
It 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.
PS -- Now that I know how to comment, oh baby, stop me from monopolizing! xx
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