BOOGERS!

Well, Ashlynne's at it again. This time with boogers. EWWWWWW! She found that, through careful excavation with her index finger, they can be eaten as protein? THAT HAS TO STOP! We have been working very diligently with her on this issue. We thought we were gaining headway and making some progress with the "eating" part when we realized we hadn't focused enough on the "no picking" policy. She has learned that something has to be done with the disgusting booger once it's on her finger, and since eating them is no longer allowed, that she will either flick them, or wipe them on the nearest piece of furniture, clothing, people, toys, etc. We were at my mother in laws, at the table eating dinner when I see, in what felt like slow motion, her pick, inspect, and transfer to the ideal location of her choice- her grandparents dining room chair. I was astonished, thoroughly grossed out, and slightly embarrassed, and this was the conversation immediately following the booger removal:

"Ashlynne Trinity Marsh! Did you just pick a booger and wipe it on grandpa's dining room chair?"
"Yes, I did." so honest.
Wow, no remorse, guilt, or even a slight effort to deceive me. At this point, Dustin starts shaking with laughter beside me, and I give him the elbow. That's not fair to crack up laughing when I have to keep a straight face.
" We do NOT pick boogers and wipe them on stuff, do we?"
"No, we don't. " At this point I think I remember Grandma joining Dustin in silent laughter.
"You need to apologize to Grandma for wiping boogers on her stuff. Poor Grandma. That's really really gross."
" Grandma, will you please forget me for wipin' boogers on your chair?"
Everyone starts snickering, and Grandma so graciously says she "forgets" her.
she continues on, with a straight face, "And your table?"
And her table? And her table?!!
"Ashlynne! Did you wipe a booger on Grandma and Grandpa's table too?"
"Yeah, I did. " her little head nodding in agreement with the words coming out of her mouth. Meanwhile, looking at me so matter of fact.
I repeat the above lecture, shoulders shaking in silent laughter, fighting the urge to throw back my head and laugh, laugh, laugh. Those little moments make it ALL worthwhile!

We were so proud that she thought to ask 'forgetness' for the table, too. What a cutie!!