So Alex just walked up to me with something kind of yellow and gelatinous on his finger, said, “Here, Mama,” and waited for me to remove the mystery object from his person.
And without thinking one thing about it, I looked the object THAT I ASSUMED WAS FROM HIS NOSE, transferred it to my own finger, examined it some more, SNIFFED IT, and said, OUT LOUD: “Hmmm. It’s fruity. Guess it’s gummy bears.”
In the interest of clarity, I should point out that it was in fact gummy bears, and not in fact something from his nose.
But still, y’all. Still.
ok, yeah. that is really gross!
The depths, the DEPTHS we sink to as Mamas….4 years ago, would you have believed anyone who tried to convince you of the yucky things you would take out of a kid’s mouth, smear off their face, pick out of their nose, take out of their hands, or just generally clean off them? And all in the name of Mommy-hood…… :)
But every stinky, nasty, gross, yucky thing is worth one unsolicited sloppy kiss and a hug, now ain’t it?
Now THAT is true love, I tell you!!!