I have to say that this very well may be my fault. Had I only not seen the booger, my poor nephew would not have had to suffer through 30 seconds of a finger, 3 times bigger than his nostril, going on a scavenger hunt. As disgusting as it was, I had to capture the precious moment only to serve as black mail in his future. I was pleasantly surprised though when I got this shot of my brothers' face. He looks as if though he wants to say " PHEW, IT'S A JUICY ONE." While my nephew ,I imagine, is saying "Oh MAN THAT STINKS. WHERE HAS THAT FINGER BEEN! GET IT OUT." I never understood ,and still don',t how it can just be that easy to pick a booger out of you childs' nose. It apparantly becomes second nature along with your new motto of "Vomit Happens." I see a booger in a kid's nose and it's as if I just got up close and personal with some sort of plague and I am in serious need of a giant plastic bubble. It's a good thing that they call Dads DADS which stands for, and I can only assume, "Does Absolutely Disgusting Shiznit." So far Mark and I haven't been able to figure out wether he or I would be the best dad giving us yet another reason to hold off on having a kid. Booger Diggin is just not our thing right now.
5.13.2008
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