Friday, March 20, 2009
Pot calling the kettle black.....
We were waiting in the drive-thru at McDonalds when my daughters noticed an old man, sitting in his car, picking his nose. (It wasn't a scratch but a deep-involved pick)
It went something like this:
Doughie, "Mom, look at that old man! He is picking his nose!"
Sassy, "That is gusting!" I noticed it wasn't so disgusting that she stopped watching.
Both girls were riveted--who needs tv's in the car when you have an old man picking his nose?
Doughie, "Wow! If he doesn't stop, he is going to make his nose bleed!" Spoken like a true professional.
Doughie, "He should know better--he is old! Even older than Grandpa I bet!"
Sassy, "Grandpa has blue suckers...."
Doughie, "Don't you think his mom taught him any better? (quietly) Do you think his mom is even alive?"
Me, "Stop watching him! I have heard enough!"
Doughie undeterred, "Do you think he will eat it?"
Sadly, I don't know the answer to that lovely question because our food FINALLY CAME! I think I scared the cashier with the look of disgust on my face and my dry-heaving.....
I thought it was rich that my girls were criticizing someone else for performing a pastime that they find so enjoyable themselves.