Boogers for Breakfast, Anyone?

Kyra and Faith often come in when they wake up in the morning (around 8:15 or so) and climb up on me & George’s bed to visit for a few minutes. The other day George was already showered and in his office when Kyra came in to visit with me (she’s 3). Her lips have been a bit chapped and I noticed she had an owee on her lip.

ME: Kyra, did you bite your lip?

KYRA: Yes.

ME: Sweetie, don’t do that. Then it makes an owee and bleeds.

KYRA: But Mommy, I like blood. It tastes yummy.

ME: No, yucky!

KYRA: You know what else tastes yummy?

ME: {No answer. How can I get out of this conversation?}

KYRA: Boogers!

ME: Nooooo, that’s disgusting! Don’t eat boogers. Gross!!!!

KYRA: No Mommy, they’re really good. You should try them.

Okay, well time for a shower now. Despite that very polite invitation to share, I declined the Booger Breakfast. Apparently I’m raising a vampiric snot-eater. Argh!!! Why in the world do children do this?? My son and I used to have similar conversations, although he didn’t try to talk me into eating this new delicacy. Blech! So disgusting.

So there’s the gross-out post for today. I had to write this down so that I don’t forget. As much as I would I would like to forget the entire conversation ever occurred, I am torn by my desire for amnesia and my desire to embarrass Kyra with this story in about ten years. Hehe. Hey, if I have to listen to this stuff now, I think it’s entirely fair to remind them of it later so they can errr, enjoy it to when they’re old enough to appreciate it…. It’s almost as good as the picture of Kyra playing the piano naked (she thinks that picture is hilarious now). I’m sure I’ll be able to put that to good use later.

Rachel