The other night we were in the middle of our family scripture reading, when out of the blue (or should I say green) something landed, then bounced around on my hands. I stopped reading to look down at what I thought would be a bug or spider, but instead discovered that someone had flicked a rolled up booger onto me. I immediately looked up to find out who the culprit was, but no one had seemed to even notice that I had stopped reading.
I was so grossed out and dismayed to think that one of my sons had done this. I tried my best to put on a stern face and tried not to laugh as I asked who had flicked their booger on me. I already knew who it was, I've seen him rolling them between his fingers before, I just wanted to make it known to all what had just happened to me. I have heard that public humiliation can sometimes help teach, but I doubt it will.
Anyway, the offender (Zachary) started to giggle and went to get a tissue to take care of the specimen. When Zack started to get after him, Mikey said, "I can't believe Zachary did that. I would never do that."
This was hilarious to us because of Mikey's history. When Mikey was four, he used to smear all of his boogers on the wall next to his bed. When Zack reminded him of this, Mikey said, "Yeah, but this is way worse."
The disposal of boogers must be a genetic thing, because when I was little, I did the EXACT same thing!!! So gross, right? Since this is my blog I am going to say that I was "four" as well. I used the wall next to my bed until my dad discovered my "collection". When he asked me about it, I was so scared and embarrassed that I lied. Lied badly, I might add. Looking back, I realize that my dad knew I had lied, but I am so glad that he had the wisdom to let me wallow in my guilt to learn the lesson. I picked every booger off the wall as fast as I could in case he asked me about it again in the morning. That way I could honestly say, "What boogers?"
Sometimes when my thoughts drift back on this memory, I wonder how my dad knew I was lying. Was it because my booger decor really was a genetic thing?
Just kidding, Dad!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Cootie Alert! Cootie Alert!
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When I went to go paint Milo's room there were rows and rows of dried "Barney Boy" boogers on the wall where their top bunk used to be.
I think I remember wiping a booger or two on the wall as a kid, but to clean off someone else's? It just about made me barf.
This is so nasty! I've always been pretty squeamish when it comes to anything having to do with the nasal cavity. I was in 2nd grade and I told this boy he had a blob of lettuce on his face (just after lunch) he grabbed and squished it and said, "it's not lettuce it's a booger"... like, "duh idiot"... I was so grossed out, even then, I gagged.
I remember Mikey's wall!! I was sickening, but he was so cute it made up for it.
I was actually really surprised it was Zackary, I thought Tommy or Scotty
Oh Amber...is this what I have to look forward too? I would seriously die...if I was to find even one on my kids wall. You are a good sport.
I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth!
I guess it's better than eating the boogies though, right?
The last time Mom and I went to the Temple, as she was walking forward in the Endowment Room, she saw a large, multi-colored booger smeared on the beautiful white-painted woodwork (and this was on the women's side of the room!). I am guessing that wiping boogers anywhere in the Temple is Telestial Kingdom type stuff.
boys are gross.
Ha ha. Gross, but sad. At least you had the guts to post what is family life sometimes!
On "Sienfield" they ask: "Do you think Moses "dug for gold" (boogers) when traveling in the desert?" I think he would have to! Maybe a lot of people got it from him!
Hey Amber, Yes of course I remember you. I think that is the funniest story. I love the picture that is awesome.
Your blog always makes me laugh so hard. Hey, atleast Zachary flicked the booger, and didn't eat it. We have the eating your boogers problem at our house. I cannot believe all of those boogers that Mikey had to scrub off, are you for real?
Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! I can see Ben doing the exact thing...luckily not yet, but I'm sure it's coming.
GROSS!! and I thought my little boy was bad!!
Oh boy, I can't wait for this to start! :) That's funny about Mikey. When Zacky and Mikey were little and Troy was still fairly new in the fam (we still laugh about this) - everyone was over at Mom and Dad's and Zacky came running into the kitchen from the living room and said "Mom, Mikey is making bad choices!" Troy likes to ask me if I'm making bad choices from time to time, then he says how mature Zacky has always been. So funny!! :)
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