My kids don't have many limits for what they will say regarding all things gross. Scott and Kara can attest to this...sorry for contaminating Will. I guess I don't have many limits for what I'll write about either.
Tonight, Ivie got out of bed for the hundredth time and this is what she said:
"Momma, I had a big hiccup that made throw-up come to my mouth. Then I needed a drink. Then I had to go potty. Then I washed my hands all by myself. Then (and this is finally the reason for her coming to me) the water made the duct tape on my thumb lose it's stick. I need some more."
Nothing she says is to the point.
Why the duct tape? Our Dr. recommended putting it on her wart. Somehow it makes them go away sometimes. He also told her to talk to her wart and tell it to go away....so she does. The wart is getting smaller...
On our way to the beach today, Ivie (in all seriousness) said:
"Momma, sometimes I pick my nose and get a big booger, then I don't know what to do with it."
Don't most kids just wipe it somewhere?
She carried her nose treasure ALL the way from the car, across the beach at low tide to the ocean to wash herself of the grossness. Good Girl Ivie!
2 comments:
Wow! She's my kind of girl. Obviously that part of her personality comes from the Mortensen side of the family. Her incredible good looks come from the Swenson side.
I have carried a nasty one on my finger before.....but I usually don't make it to the beach! Impressive Ivie, very impressive!!
~Uncle Jess
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