Oh boy!

The other day I had to go to the doctor because of my stupid mouth (still having difficulties from a clogged salivary gland) and they had to look in my mouth and Nolan was fascinated with this. When we got home he kept wanting to look in my mouth just like the doctor. Later in the day he comes running up to me from his bedroom, sticking out his finger and screaming "AAAAAHHHHHH". So I do as I'm told, and open wide. He sticks his finger in and immediately I sense something very wrong with this scenario. This is the MOMENT I learned my son knows how to pick his nose, and he JUST put it in my mouth. I quickly removed his digit and spit a couple times...which made Nolan squeal with glee. He then stuck his finger back in his nose, and offered me his finger once again. This time I knew better and offered him a kleenex instead. Boys are so much fun!

I look forward to reporting our Christmas adventures and stories...and hope for less stories that involve boogers!