We were lounging on the couch, in the instant before it sank in that we were late for play school, while it was still downtime as Xander napped above our heads.
Zo was feeling really relaxed as she dug for gold - how does one finger get that far up a nostril - and watched Olivia while also playing on her lap top. Sweaty feet on me and a granola bar on her lap, she really was completely relaxed.
Not paying too much attention to the finger until I saw it pop into her mouth, I almost gagged. Zo pulled it in and out, letting the booger linger on her tongue and then pop out, each time less attached to her pointer finger.
Resisting the overwhelming urge to puke, I stood up, grabbed the ever-present Purell and suds her hand with a double dose of the chemical concoction guaranteed to be awful for human kind in a decade. Studies will show it. Anyways, I asked her where she learned to do this new trick.
"Doodle taught me!"
"Zoe! Don't lie to me. Dogs don't eat their boogers!"
"Nope. But they do lick their butts!"
"So, are you going to try to lick your butt now, too, just to make it officially the grossest day EVER around here?"
"Sorry, Mom."
We settled back into the gentle reverie of the morning and then her clammy foot was tapping into the side of my stomach. As my head turned in her direction, this is what I heard.
"Mom! Can you get me a drink? Big boogers are SAAAAAALTEEEEEEE!"
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