Big E: Are You Going to Eat That? Part 2

This is a follow up to yesterday's gnawing on ear plugs blog.

Last night, as my lavender-scented, freshly bathed son was brushing his teeth, a giant, stringy booger escaped from his nostril.

Of course, I overreacted, because even after four years of boogers, they still skeeze me out.

DON'T MOVE, LET ME GRAB A BOOGIE WIPE!

I flung open the bathroom closet door, ripped open the flap, and frantically began pulling out boogie wipes.

Unfortunately, I was too late.

Big E had used the bathroom mirror to retrieve the majority of his booger with his finger.  He eyed it like the biggest piece of Publix birthday cake ever.

I watched in horror as he ate it.

Seriously.  I just gagged.  Even almost a day later, the thought still rolls my stomach.

BIG E!  YOU DO NOT EAT BIG BOOGERS LIKE THAT!  

I launched into a diatribe about boogers and how they are full of germs and dust and other environmental hazards.

He looked at me sincerely.

OK, MOM.  I'LL ONLY EAT MY SMALL BOOGERS.

I dropped my head in defeat.

Ugh.  Boys.