Alexis turned to me and said, "I have boogies."
"What do you want me to do about it?" I replied. (I know, you wish your mother was as helpful as I am.)
Alexis paused to think for a moment and then readied her finger to go digging for treasure. Sensing what she was about to do, I said, "You know better."
Her face lit up with a mischievous grin and she quickly went in for the kill.
"Ewwww!" I said.
Alexis broke out in hysterical laughter as her finger emerged with a booger so big it should probably get its own zip code. Without even thinking about it, she shoved it in her mouth, undoubtedly because she knew it would get a reaction from me.
"Did you just eat that?" I asked, my face wrinkled in disgust.
"Yeah!" she replied as she howled with laughter. And howled. And howled. She was so amused by her antics that tears ran down her bright red face. Finally, she paused and stuck her finger back in her mouth. She poked around for a second . . . and another second . . . and another second. Suddenly, panic melted her face.
"Momma! It's stuck!" she cried.
"What's stuck?" I asked.
"The boogie is stuck in my teeth," she wailed. The smile had been wiped from her face and genuine panic and disgust had replaced it.
I tried not to laugh, but it turns out I'm really mean because I SO totally did.
Alexis started to cry as she frantically tried to dislodge the booger from between her front teeth.
I helped her. Eventually. First, I had to say, "I told you so," about fourteen eleventy bazillion times.
