Two night ago, I went to tuck Ashton into bed.

When I got to his bed, he looked up at me and said:

"I've got one thing a tell you."

I thought it was going to be that he loved me.

That's what his one thing usually is.

Instead, he said...

"I ate one booger."

I laughed and went on and on about how that was so nasty.

Then I said, "Was it gross?"

He looked at me, laughed and said, "Nope."

It reminded me of when Anson was little. He was a nose picker for sure. I wonder where he gets this from....cough....cough....Uncle Jason...

One time Lynsey was trying to talk Anson out of picking his nose and eating his boogers.

She said something like...

"Are you ever going to quit doing that?"

Very matter of factly Anson looked at her and said...

"No. I don't think I am."

Why are boys so gross?

If they weren't so darn sweet and cute, I'd sell em to the gypsies.

Who knew fingers up the nose were genetic?