2 evidence units of why I am the worst mommy ever.
1. Last night I was reading Miles a story, and I thought he would enjoy it if I got dramatic and did some wacky voices. He got scared and cried.
2. There was this booger right on the outskirts of his nostril, and in the process of trying to pick it out, I flicked it directly into his mouth. He ate it.
#1 makes me feel better about my last encounter with Young Miles. You’d think with such a theatrical parent, he’d be used to overacting by now….
I know, Denny’s such a ham.
#1 reminds me of the Robin Williams routine about Mickey Mouse… “To a three year old, Mickey Mouse isn’t FUN – Mickey Mouse is a six foot f#$&ing RAT!”
#2 sounds normal to me. There hasn’t been a kid that at least TRIED it! (Anyone who says he/she hasn’t is not being truthful!)
Hilarious.
He got scared and cried? That just means you’re doing it right. Children have a right to be afraid of people making wacky voices. Later, he’ll love it.
And didn’t I read an article somewhere that said eating your own boogers was actually good for you?
Yes. Yes I did.
Once the lips taste the salty goodness that is the booger, there is no going back.
Sorta like lip herpes, but without the salty goodness and more of the gross blisters.
I used herpes and booger together in one blog post comment. What a good day.
In 4 months or so, leave town and have Denny stay with Miles. Then have Denny show him the honeymoon video because he misses you. I found out ~ not good idea.