Today what set me off was The Kraken's booger wall. Yeah, you read that right. A wall full of boogers. There is a section of wall, about 2x2, where he likes to carefully place his boogers before bedtime. It's his canvas, sometimes there's even multiple colors. Perhaps once he is done devouring souls he will become an artist. Today I scrubbed the wall clean (again) and then this happened:
Me: "I scrubbed all the boogers off of your wall again. You're welcome. Please stop doing that, it's really gross."
The Kraken looked at me and didn't say a word. He then put a finger in each nostril, dug the best he could, and wiped said fingers on the freshly cleaned booger wall.
Then he smiled, looked at me with those big, brown eyes and said, "Mommy, will you hold my hand while we snuggle?"
Super. Awesome. No wonder my kids always seem to have a cold. For real though, they don't really ever throw up or worse, have it coming out of the other end. No. My boys? They are more so in the "Infectious Disease" category. All of them had hand, foot, mouth multiple times (even though it's supposedly like the chicken pox and you can only get it ONCE), one of them had ringworm on his scalp, and pink eye, oh Lord the pink eye. Once when The Kraken was just learning to speak, he ran around saying "My eye got the pink!" (because he had pink eye, duh) over and over again. I can spot pink eye like a boss. So they don't puke, but basically I have to contact the CDC (Center for Disease Control) every time one of them gets sick. And do you want to know why they get sick?
It's because of the booger wall. It's because they pick their little noses and then want to hold my hand. Because they are little f*ing angels, that's why.
Now I need wine.
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