As I was driving, I looked in the rearview mirror and noticed Mr. H picking his nose.
Me: Are you picking your nose? (I don't know why I asked, we both know the answer)
H: No Mama, I'm just organizing.
Me: Ah, making room for some more.
I think he inherited the organizational skills from me, although I don't recall showing him how to organize his boogers.
1 comment:
such a handsome little organizer! and pretty cool in the shades.
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