Gross. Just Gross.

"Mom, yuck this is dis-GUS-ting!" announced Kristopher.

"What is, Honey?" I asked as I was chasing Kolbein out of the bathroom...again. I had just gotten home from work yesterday and was trying to settle in with Jacob and the kids for the evening.

"There's a booger in my mouth! Doesn't taste very good."

I just about dropped Kolbein.

"What?!?"

He just looked at me with a screwed up expression and declared, "Yeah, it's gross."

"I bet it is," I agreed solemnly secretly trying not to throw up.

"It's yucky."

"Yes. Very. Let's not do that again, okay?" Then, I'm not sure why I asked, but I did, "Why did you have a booger in your mouth? It's --"

Then he looked at me as if amazed I didn't already know and interrupted, "Cause it was in my nose, and I needed it out."


I know this was probably not the greatest opening without warning for a blog post, but that's exactly the point of this posting. Usually, I'm completely taken by surprise. Perhaps it's just with boys. A MOBO perk. Moms of girls, you'll have to let me know.

Meanwhile, being at work for the good part of the day, I miss these little stories (even the booger ones). Bless Jacob! He has been so faithful to share as many as he can remember daily.

Some of today's included Kolbein being caught playing in the toilet then having to be scrubbed down. (And he was NOT happy at all about that either.) Kris learning more efficient ways of using the potty. Sharing toys, even though Kolbein wants to be the tornado. They also were really excited that Dad found the old school original Nintendo console. So, they get to have it set up in their room. And of course Jared is continuing to learn to read. Jacob includes all the details of what they ate for the day. Pancakes were a hit for dinner I hear. Pancakes. I would love to eat pancakes with them.

Well. It's one in the morning. I suppose I should sign off. The grammar is terrible. Forgive me. I had to write while I had time though. I miss you all. Take care. :)

PS
Kristopher, I'm happy to say, has a new found respect for the invention of tissue.