Thursday, April 15, 2010

Boys are gross

Case in point: Today Parker picked up a long blue fingernail at the park and said, “Look at this, Mom.” Yesterday it was a used Band-Aid.

In the car on the way home, Dillon says, “Mommy, I got a gooby (aka bugger).” I handed him a tissue to get it off his finger and off we went.

I’m grossed out on a daily basis. I was so hopeful when Parker refused to eat certain things because it would make him “all dirty.” That phase has past, and quite quickly, I might add. Oh well, off to clean-up yet another mess.

1 comment:

  1. put some smelling salts in your pocket. teach the boys where they are. You may find them handy if you lapse conciousness while at the park when one of them proudly shows you their newest finding. ugh.