Shoo Fly and Booger Pie

In a very determined and ongoing effort to teach Nicco that boogers are disgusting and eating boogers is especially so, we frequently suggest having booger sandwiches or booger cookies or booger pie for dinner or dessert. Invariably, Nicco responds (usually screaming) that boogers are gross and only gross people eat them and eating boogers will make us sick. I have never seen Nicco eat a booger. He frequently picks them and hands them to me, but he always washes his hands with "magic lotion" and he never eats them. Mission accomplished, I'd say.

This evening, we went outside to enjoy the relative cool and watch the sun go down on our beautiful mountains. A pesky gnat was buzzing around Nicco's head, you know how they do sometimes, one little pest will hang around your ear with that incessant drone that drives you completely mad...This gnat made Nicco Crazy (capital C). He was running around like a madman, swinging his American flag around his head yelling "Shoo, fly! Get out of here! Go away forever! DUDE! Leave me alone!" He ended up under the patio table, hiding from the fly, convinced it would not find him there. After a minute or so under the table, he hollered "And why don't you have a booger pie when you go home!"

I guess the ultimate insult worked, as he is now happily playing moon sand as the mountains turn pink.