On Tuesdays, the girls are with me. Lauri works late, and I typically feed the girls, give them their bath, and get them somewhere close to bed. I am not always completely successful with any of these agenda items, but half-done is better than none done.
CB, Lily, and I are curled up in bed, a girl under each arm, reading. Then, something happens. This is gross. Like, totally gross. You shouldn’t read it. Really. You’ve been warned.
Dad: “Bon jour, Happy Lion, said the red squirrel, hardly loo–” Wait… CB, what are you eating?
CB: Nothing. It’s just some snot.
Dad: You’re kidding.
Lily: What are you eating?
Dad: Lily, don’t worry about it.
CB: It’s just some snot, Lily.
Lily: I want some snot.
Dad: Lily, you don’t want this. CB, that’s totally gross, stop that.
CB: It’s just, like, mushy boogers.
Lily : I WANT SOME SNOT.
Dad: NO. *facepalm*