Yesterday as I was wiping the bum of my squirming three-year-old who had just unapologetically crapped his pants, I witnessed my oldest son do something so vile that it made the poop-filled diaper in front of me seem like small potatoes. I glanced up just as D removed a huge chunk of snot from his nose... in one swift movement the quivering wad of gunk went into his mouth.
Fucking nasty! Don't get me wrong, I was a nose-picking little shit when I was a kid too. I have a vivid memory of sitting in my second grade classroom digging for gold when the teacher stopped her lesson, sighed heavily, and said, "Beverly, please get a tissue."
Certainly not my proudest moment.
|IT WAS A SCRATCH!|
So yeah, I get it, but let the record show that I never ATE my boogers. No way! I just wiped and flicked them anywhere I felt like it.
Adding to that fun is the fact that we're also working on housebreaking our five-month-old puppy, so twice now M has decided to take a big whiz on the hallway carpet alongside the peeing puppy. Yes, you read that right. Someday soon, when both the dog and the boy are finally trustworthy, we're gonna have to bite the bullet and replace the carpeting upstairs. It's that bad.
Last story: on New Year's Eve the herd of children (there were ten of them here) decided to write on the wall upstairs in INK and then "paint" a section of wall in the boys' room with meatballs. So that was fun to clean up. I also found a petrified fuzzy green chunk of something between the seat cushions of the sofa that looked like a science experiment gone very, very wrong. I suspect it was once a piece of String Cheese. I won't even go into the things I've found rotting in my car.
Okay, I'm glad I got that off my chest. Now tell me I'm not alone, please! Misery loves company. ;)