Last night after I put my boys to bed, I felt something squishy on my foot. I wasn’t sure what it was but it certainly didn’t belong there so I got a washcloth and sat down in the chair. As I was washing my foot, Wesley came back into the living room to ask me something very important, like “What is the main ingredient in mayonnaise?”
Then he noticed that I was washing my foot and asked what I was doing. I told him, “There is something that looks like a booger on my foot and I wanted to wash it off before bed.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment and then asked, “Have you been walking over there?” as he gestured towards the half of the living room beyond the coffee table. I didn’t like where this was going…
“Yes, Wesley, I have. Is there something you need to tell me?”
“Well,” he explained, “sometimes I get a little disappointed and can’t remember where the Kleenexes are, so I just have to wipe my boogers on the floor.”
I just about threw up. Clearly we need to discuss a couple of things: what the word disappointed means, and acceptable places to put our boogers.
