Gross Little Boys

Apparently, even amongst little boys, there are levels of grossness. It so happened that this afternoon, I had all 3 of my little guys, Jonson, Joseph, and Jacey, with me. We were on our way to Target. The way that came about is another dramatic story, for another day.

Joseph and Jacey were in the backseat, watching a Sesame Street video. Jonson was in the frontseat, reading a book. We came to a stoplight, and I turned to check on the boys in the back, just at the time Jacey sneezed. It was a big sneeze, and he blew snot all over. I grabbed some Kleenex, handed them back to Joseph and told him he was going to have to wipe Jacey's nose. You would have thought that I had asked him to face the firing squad! He did it reluctantly, loudly making gagging noises, and saying, oooh, ugh, yuck, and any number of other things in the about 2 seconds it took him to complete the task. He then wanted to hand off the offending tissue as quickly as possible, and of course, this was about the time the light turned green.

I instructed Jonson to turn around and make sure Joseph had wiped Jacey's nose in an acceptable manner, and to take the tissues. This prompted more gagging sounds, ooohs, ughs, yucks, and a "Don't get those tissues anywhere near my Corn Nuts" comments from the front seat.

As I said, I guess even gross little boys have levels of grossness!