Church is ending. Time to leave. Little Miss Punky holds up her finger, says "Here, Nanna, you hold my booger," wipes the booger on her finger off onto my finger, and goes on her merry way.
Oh.
Gee, thanks, kid.
:-)
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I remember, when SK was about the same age, hearing SCREAMING from upstairs not long after we'd put her down for the night. MMMMMOOOOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI tear up the stairs in a panic.
"Mommy, I have a booger for you!"
That *exact* thing has happened here, except her words when I arrived were "Mommy, there's a BOOGER on my FINGER!"
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