What do you mean "Booger"!?!?!?

I didn't teach him that!

Harrison had a fever on Monday and rested on Tuesday and INSISTED on bye-bye today. So we got out of the house for a few minutes today to get a couple more pumpkins.

I glanced back at him in the car, as I often do, and his finger was up to his nose. Actually it was in the nose, but I realized that seconds later... As soon as I made eye contact, Harrison said. "Booger."

The look on my face must have been classic even to a two-year-old because he immediately added, " I have booger. Mama, eet's booger."

Well, what do you say to that? Especially while you're driving down the road? "Oh! Well let me pull over right now, get a tissue out, because you LOVE tissues, and dislodge said booger immediately. It's not like I could see any booger, SNOT, or anything else for that matter.

"Okay."

Yep, that's it. That's all I had to say to that.

When we got to our destination, the "booger" was gone - at least I assume, as the subject has not come up since. I'm sure there was some irritation considering the Santa Ana winds combined with smoke and fine ash raining from the sky for the last 48 hours.

BUT, where did he get that word???
Not from Little Einsteins; could you see them flying around in their little red space ship singing about boogers to Rachmaninoff overtures? Me either.

Must have been preschool.

Yeah, blame it on the preschool!