It went something like this:
Me in exasperation, "Sassy! Quit picking your nose!"
"But MOM! I am hungry!"
Me, grossed out, "You just ate dinner!"
"Yeah? Well, this will be dessert!"
Anyone hungry for a little tapioca pudding? Rice pudding perhaps?
I have to laugh...or I would cry...or worse, start screaming psychotically.
6 comments:
She's a smart little monkey, and loves to gross you out! She'll get grossed out, too, one day. I love her anyway! :)
Nasty! Gross! Yucky! Icky!
Hmmmm...Pudding...
Thanks for that start to my day!
Isn't there a poem in "Where the sidewalk ends" about a monster being in your nose and will bite off your finger when you pick? If there is, time to start reading it to her...
Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapioca!
Seriously, I think I'd rather eat a bogie than the tapioca pudding pictured above. Gah!
Willy...that is rice pudding....yummy....the texture is so pleasing!
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