Another failed attempt to finish homework and as I am reading directions to myself I realize that Cheese has taken off. Calling for her she appears out of her bedroom doorway walking toward me. I go back to reading and look up again when I see her feet before mine on the floor.
"Okay Cheese," I say before looking up to explain the page to her, only to find her elbow deep in her nose.
"That's really gross! You need to quit and wash your hands," sentence completed and just as I think she MIGHT be doing as I ask her finger, covered in slime, goes into her mouth.
Stifling my gag reflex, I again tell her to go wash her hands and that picking her nose is gross. I explain that's how people spread all the germs that she doesn't want.
*blank stare in return*
"Cheese please go wash your hands."
*Looks at me with Gaga eyes*
"I like to eat boogers, they make my fingers taste like nachos."
*Gag. Hold it in. Gag again. Refrain from puking.*
"Go wash your hands," I stand up and walk away.
Who wants dinner? I am thinking NACHOS!
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