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Comparative Booger Eating.
January 10, 2008
It's been a rough couple of days for everyone. The boys returned from a 2-week stay with their dad, ending my blissful beginning to a gentle new year and heralding the return, for them, of more coarse behavior that is not allowed in the presence of their father. They tell me he is more strict than me, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't beat them, so I am not sure why they have all of this errant energy. Most likely, it's just the result of transition. They are acclimating to being with me, and I am acclimating to sharing my space again.
16 hours ago, I twittered: "Wondering why all of these small people have invaded my home and are demanding things of me. It's a really difficult transition." And that was at the BEGINNING of my day. By the time chess club was over and I was picking up Cole's friend to bring them to their afternoon activity, I had had it. I was beat. Here's just one example of the kind of stuff I am dealing with...
I got the other 7 year old into the car, Cole made some reference to having a finger in his nose, and the following conversation took place:
M (age 11) (in an attempt to shame his brother): Cole eats his boogers.
P (age 7) (the friend...absolutely unfazed by this fact): Oh yeah...me too. They're good, but you just can't chew them.
C (age 7) (the perpetual star of the sickening circus): One time? I pulled a big booger out of my nose? And it was in the shape of a ladle? And I was eating SOUP. So I used my booger as a ladle...and spooned my soup with it.
Mom (age 38) (gagging!): Uh...guys. That's REAL impressive, but you are making me want to urp. Can you please not compare your booger eating experiences in my earshot?
(snickering as all three boys plot their next momnoying topic of conversation)
I guess it just goes to show that amidst the delirium-inciting chaotic tedium (no...that is not a contradiction. Just try living my life for a day and you would understand) there is always a conversation that reminds me that there is a tremendous amount of rich entertainment in parenting...even if it does turn my stomach.
And with that, I close the book on the day and go to sleep, in hopes that tomorrow will be slightly less shellshockishy.
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We're not so much into boogers over here. Farts are the favorite bodily function topic of discussion around our house.
My favorite booger-related story is from when The Boy was 2 or 3 and attending a daycare that taught almost exclusively in Spanish. He was sitting next to me on the couch and I wasn't paying much attention to him until I turned to see him digging into his nose. He pulled out his finger and examined it as if it were the most interesting thing on the planet. He then said "Hm...motos," which simultaneously showed his adorable habit of substituting t's for k's and that he'd learned the Spanish word for booger. It was one of the first times that I heard him using Spanish (we don't speak it at home) and I'll never forget it.