at cost plus today, after checking out and preparing myself for the grand ol' haul-em-out-of-the-store act,
i cheerfully encouraged my girls out of the shopping cart with a
"let's go, boogers!"
to which my little devan replied, after a very tween-ish jaw drop, gasp and head snap,
"mom! why would you call us FOOD? it's because you don't love us anymore and want to eat us!"
first of all, i consider "boogers" to be a term of endearment.
second of all, the fact that my daughter classifies boogers as belonging to some sort of food group is just wrong and disgusting.
i guess we know how she spends her spare time.
and how in the world did the situation escalate from a playful nudge out of the store to me being a bad mother who cares so little for her children that she would rather eat them (if i were in the habit of eating boogers) than take care of them?
and then after a cute old man carried on a sweet "conversation" with gwen, for his own entertainment, whitney looked at me with a big question mark.
"mom, what village is he from?"
i thought that was really funny, for some reason.