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disposing of boogers is a sign of true love

Every.Single.Night.


Jonathan helps him go potty and brush his teeth.


I playfully chase him upstairs and then snuggle up in his bed to read a story, pray, kiss, hug and nose kiss. All of these steps must be followed or there will be no sleeping happening.


From the doorway I turn and answer his "I love you, goodnight" with my own "I love you, goodnight". Often this is repeated multiple times. If I don't answer him he'll just continue to call over and over and over and over and...


Once I know he's content and that I've wished him a satisfactory "I love you, good night", I'll turn to leave. As I do, I know that I'll hear his sweet, little boy voice saying, "Oh my" or "Oh no". I swear I hear a smirk in its lilt too.


And every.single.night he holds up a booger for me to dispose of.


If this isn't love...

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Brenda said…
Yep. That's love. And it's what us Moms and Grans do. But I gotta tell Ya, I was so happy when they got to the point that they didn't blow 2 lbs of snot out when they sneezed!!! Mouth sneezing wins over nose sneezing anyway! Lots less licking. And they all lickit! lol what's a mom to do?

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