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“Hold on for a second, I’ll get you a tissue,” I said to my son after I heard him sniffling on the couch.

I scanned the desk and there were no tissues. I headed to the kitchen, snagged two from the box and turned back. He was still sitting on the couch, but he now wore a devilish grin.

“Did you eat that booger?” I asked.

“No.”

“Is that the truth?”

“Boogers are hard.”

“What are you saying?”

“I didn’t eat a booger.”

“What did you eat then?”

“Snot.”

 

Categories:  Jon DeRosa  New York Minute  NYC

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2 comments

1 Alex Belth   ~  Dec 23, 2011 8:42 pm

That is freakin AWESOME. Good boy.

2 Chyll Will   ~  Dec 23, 2011 11:42 pm

I was on the floor when you demanded to know what he ate. I know he told on himself with the grin, but that was 100% pure parental reflex.

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