So, this morning on the drive to school, Ethan threw out this gem. "Hey mom! My nails are so smooth!"
Trying to encourage his good hygiene I responded, "I know. Isn't that nice when your nails have smooth edges?"
I could see his grimace in the rear view mirror when he stated emphatically, "No!"
"No?" I questioned. "Why not?"
"Because if my nails are smooth then there are no sharp points to help me . . . (wait for it) dig out my boogers."
Yes, dear friends.
By encouraging cleanliness, I apparently have deprived E of one of his favorite pastimes:
I do not know how I will live with myself.