***Warning - If you don't want to hear a story about boogers, don't read the following!***
So for the past few days, Jack's been a little congested. He hates to be congested, and he'll usually announce, "Mama, I got the boogers," which I happen to think is quite cute, but I do realize that it's because he's mine.
Tonight, I had to leave Daddy and Jack at bedtime because Hannah was super fussy and needed to be taken care of. Over the monitor I heard Jack announce that "he had the boogers," and I could tell Daddy was doing his best to help Jack feel better.
When I finally went back in to snuggle with Jack, I assumed all was well. But before I was getting ready to leave, Jack said, "Mama, I got the boogers. Daddy tried to get them, but you have to. You're the best getter."
Is it weird that I felt a sense of pride from that statement?
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