Alex is teething again (molars!) and it's winter, so we've had a double dose of booger-beak these days. He'll sneeze and two slimy green ropes of snot will fly out of both nostrils and just hang there. Usually I'll try to get to Alex quickly and wipe them up or else he'll rub them all over his face, which is just lovely, let me tell you.
The other day, he'd been sneezing all morning long, snot was everywhere, his face, his clothes, my clothes, his hair... I was doing the dishes when I heard the "Achoo!" from the family room (which I'm beginning to just refer to as the playroom, because that's where all his toys are), I grabbed a towel and walked reluctantly toward him to do booger detail again, but when I bent down to wipe his face, the boogers were gone, save a little bit around the rim of his nostril. He was licking his lips and grinning. Yes, he had eaten his boogers.
The point of this post is not really to say how gross it is that Alex ate his own boogers. I mean, kids do that all the time right? The point of the post is this: I was happy about it. My first thought was "Good job Alex!" and relief that that was now one less thing I had to worry about cleaning up.
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