This morning, Simon, who's suffering from a cold, woke up with the crustiest boogers I have ever seen in my life. I pulled something out of his nose that was as hard and big as a stale crouton. Gross, right?
Well, I got up to throw it away and then I found my hand over the trash can and couldn't do it. Yes, I was unable to throw away my son's booger.
I am super sentimental.
You can't be too hasty with these precious childhood artifacts. I still have his umbilical cord thing that fell off when he was 5 days old. Is this really so different?
I put it on the counter in our bathroom. Actually, I put it right by Jeff's sink. And then I forgot about it.
Just now, a mere 12 hours later, Jeff was brushing his teeth, but then it suddenly got very quiet.
"Christie. Is this Simon's booger on the counter?"
"Yes. I couldn't part with it."
"What are you going to do with it?" Jeff asked.
"Um. Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie."