Our little Elmer Fudd...
Tonight, Beck and I were snuggling in my bed and I was doing a really scratchy rendition of Dear John John Deer when he informed me - so sweetly - that he was "touching his boogers." Lovely. He also likes to say "You hear that, mommy?!" with such incredulity that it's believable that it comes as a surprise to him every time he hears himself pass gas. This further confirms that boys delight in the disgusting and that I am completely unprepared to handle a male pre-teen someday.
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