The recent illness that took over my son's body resulted in a fine few days of snotty, boogery goodness. A few days that have lingered on. And on.
Griffin, in true little boy style, has taken to harvesting all that he can from his new "crop."
"Here Mommy, is booger-nose!" he proudly proclaims, as he walks towards me with an outstretched finger, with his latest kill on the end.
"Um...thanks?" I say, as I hold out a kleenex for him. He wipes his finger on the kleenex. I don't even have to tell him anymore.
"Yer welcome Mommy!"
And off he goes.