It’s 6:00 pm, I have dinner (and a few 100 other things) on my brain as we drive home one night last week. Suddenly I hear from The Negotiator:
“Mommy roll down the window so I can throw this booger outside.”
I look back and indeed there is a booger on his finger that needs to be discarded… I obliged and open his window and he flicks said grossness out the window. Then I hear:
“Mommy reindeers don’t eat boogers!“
Oh the things Jack Hannah could have learned from my little boy!
P.S. TWO DAYS later he had a meltdown as we drove by the same spot because I would not stop and find said booger. I’m such a bad mommy!