Thanks for the Booger

The other day I was driving Gracie to pick up her sister Sarah from school. On our way I heard a persistent plea for assistance from the car seat in the back. Of course since Gracie is still working on learning English there are times when she doesn't know how to say what she wants to and she resorts to grunts and random words to try to communicate.

It was clear she needed something because her pleas were getting louder and more persistent. When I glanced back I noticed she was holding out her hand with her thumb and index finger pinched together and she wanted to give me something. We finally came to a stop light and I reached back, thinking it would have been nice to be double jointed right at that moment, and accepted the little gift she had pinched between her fingers. It was a  booger! She had discovered this nugget and when she had extracted it from her nose she didn't know what to do with it. She didn't have a tissue, and she didn't want to wipe it on her clothes (thankfully) or car seat (thankfully again) so the logical solution was to give it to dad. Since she didn't know what it was called in English she couldn't warn me of her intentions so in trying to be a diligent father I learned a valuable lesson: teach your children what a booger is and how to say it early in life! What? You were expecting the lesson to be 'make sure there was a tissue'? C'mon I'm a dad!

Ah the joys of parenthood!