My Boogers...
A few days ago, there were giant boogers hanging out of the Pickle's nose and I tried to clean her up. I grabbed the wipes and had to hold her down. She started shouting, "NO, my boogers!"...really? Technically, they are her boogers, but YUCK.
Did I mention she is potty trained? Yep, I cannot take any credit for that - her school potty trained her. It's lovely...until she's playing and forgets. Then it's the wide-eyed-crotch-grab-peeing-down-the-leg thing. Between pee-pee accidents and random toddler-nado stuff, I'm beginning to wonder why I even bother cleaning the house. Who cares if we live in a hovel? I spent last weekend with my folks and I asked my Mom how the heck she did it with three kids...I know we were complete turds. She's a saint, seriously. Except, she keeps talking about when we have to change her diapers. I feel like there's another karmic lesson coming down in a couple decades.
She's right, they are her boogers and I should respect that.
Did I mention she is potty trained? Yep, I cannot take any credit for that - her school potty trained her. It's lovely...until she's playing and forgets. Then it's the wide-eyed-crotch-grab-peeing-down-the-leg thing. Between pee-pee accidents and random toddler-nado stuff, I'm beginning to wonder why I even bother cleaning the house. Who cares if we live in a hovel? I spent last weekend with my folks and I asked my Mom how the heck she did it with three kids...I know we were complete turds. She's a saint, seriously. Except, she keeps talking about when we have to change her diapers. I feel like there's another karmic lesson coming down in a couple decades.
She's right, they are her boogers and I should respect that.
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