Overheard on my way to pour myself the first cup of coffee of the day:
My husband to my 3-year-old: “Hey, don’t do that. Don’t pick your nose and then eat it. Get yourself a tissue.”
My 6-year-old, watching avidly as my 3-year-old follows me to the kitchen to get said tissue: “Wow, she must be really hungry.”
Oh yay! Keep blogging - I love your blog. The wild turkey post was a riot. Good luck with that 3-yr-old. I agree that it’s the hardest age. Give me a nice 2-yr-old any day.
Wow, thanks. Your comment perked up my morning…and believe me, it needed some perking.