I have this oddly vivid memory from when I was still in a crib. I don’t know if my mom will remember it, but I’m sure I’ll know soon 😂
I remember standing in my crib, preparing to go down for a nap. My mom had stepped out of the room and when she came back, I handed her a gross long booger. As the fairly unflappable mom she was, she took it from me and walked away to dispose of it elsewhere.
When she came back, I remember handing her yet another very gross booger. Even as a toddler, I could see a less impressed look on her face. I cannot blame her in the slightest, hahaha!
Today, as I worked on things, I heard Spoons say “booga.” I heard the padded footsteps as Spoons approached me, repeatedly stating the same word. “Booga! Booga! Mommy BOOGA! Spoons stood, head cocked in an effort to allow me to examine the aforementioned booga that was hanging unceremoniously out of their nose. As I scooped it from Spoons’ face, I giggled, thinking this must’ve been how my mom felt, lol!
Aaaaand naturally, not to be outdone, LD came tromping through the house, shrieking about their own boogas.
It was a hilarious problem to have. One that required much handwashing, and gave me some funny, weird, sticky, warm fuzzies. Feels like something I won’t forget.