Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Yup...another one about nose fodder!


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:

Grammy Pilgrim said...

She's a smart little monkey, and loves to gross you out! She'll get grossed out, too, one day. I love her anyway! :)

Dellp said...

Nasty! Gross! Yucky! Icky!

Hmmmm...Pudding...

JulieJ said...

Thanks for that start to my day!

2busy said...

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...

William said...

Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapioca!

Seriously, I think I'd rather eat a bogie than the tapioca pudding pictured above. Gah!

stoner said...

Willy...that is rice pudding....yummy....the texture is so pleasing!