Mmmmmm... finger lickin' good!

Before putting Seville down for her nap today I noticed I hadn't quite got all the oatmeal off her face. Since my hands were occupied (holding her), I just thought I'd give her a kiss right where the oatmeal was (on her forehead) and suck it off. It was a stubborn, sticky little glob, and I had to resort to some firm licking to try and dislodge it -- at which point I noticed that something was wrong. It was... salty... and... stickier than oatmeal... with a... strange viscosity.... and....!!!!! Suddenly it became clear that it was not oatmeal but a booger!! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwww! I sucked and licked a booger off my baby's face! Gross!!! That's what I get, I guess, for resorting to actually licking my baby's face instead of using a napkin or washcloth or, heck, even a finger, like a normal mom.

This still doesn't beat my sister-in-law's story, by the way. Though other people's boogers are thoroughly disgusting, I'll admit somewhat shamefully that I'm not very intimidated by my own. In the course of my childhood I must have eaten gallons of my own boogers. Still, somehow someone else's boogers, even your own child's, feels totally repulsive. There are, however, other things which are far worse.