Nose Blow
What on earth is that crusty thing on the tip of the crayon? What the . . . oh, of course. A booger.
And when I look up, Robby is smiling at me and pointing to himself.
What on earth is that crusty thing on the tip of the crayon? What the . . . oh, of course. A booger.
And when I look up, Robby is smiling at me and pointing to himself.
HAHAHHAHAHAHAAA!!
i love boys!
Just today I found some sort of stray-random piece of gooey-sticky OH! THAT’S A BOOGER … on my hand or shirt or something. Thing is, I was mid-conversation with a non-mother-middle-aged-woman-distant-relative — and I just kept talking like nothing had happened.
Robby is starting early! Too funny where boogers can be found.
This made me smile a little smile. And shake my head a little.
well… it is essential to take pride in our accomplishments.
Hysterical. I am laughing so hard right now. And I just love this simple post. I need to do more like that!
Your intent to reduce a bit of stress is very welcome!
Ben told me about the mortician and I read Robby’s bugger
and cracked up. I can just picture a big, sly smile.