The night after Christmas, as I was toweling off Baby from his bath, Hubby yelled in to me from the boyz' bedroom.
"Uh, Sarah? I think you need to change the sheets on the beds."
Crap, I thought. Someone had probably either peed or puked.
I entered the bedroom. "Why? What's up?"
Hubby pointed. To the side of Middle's bed.
Where lined up in a row were boogers of all shapes (and colors).
Dried, crusty, crunchy boogers.
That Middle had been depositing there for quiiiiite some time. (Let's just say there were more than 10.)
(You can thank me for sparing you a visual image.)
Seems we discovered his booger collection.
Um, how often do you change your childrens' bedsheets?
Because I'm not doing it often enough. Apparently.