Boogers and Omelets
Two brief notes to cover here. First, I was joking with Kerri when she offered me an egg for breakfast and said, “no thanks, I only eat fresh eggs… we need to get some chickens”. She immediately fired back by indicating that we already had a 155 pound chicken (read: me). Rather than get offended I joined in the fun and indicated that if she were to crack me open she’d have bacon and eggs (read: Tom is part chicken and part pig). A few minutes later we were discussing the fact that we were out of cheese in the house and I preempted her by indicating she had a huge block of cheese right ‘here’. I piled on to finish with, “if you crack me open you’ll have a full omelet”. Maybe we should call it a “tomelet”. That’s pretty funny, huh?
Second: Just a few more minutes into the morning I saw Ben chewing on something and, having kept track of what we’d given him for breakfast (and knowing it was a yogurt drink), I knew he shouldn’t be chewing on anything. So I asked him like this: “Ben, what do you have in your mouth?”. He’s pretty good about responding to that type of request and he told me plainly, “just boogers”. So that’s it, it’s out; My son eats boogers. Boogers!
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