Nuthin To Do 'Cept Pick Ma Nose

"Oh look at Paul, he's picking his boogers."

"Paul, stop that. That's nasty."

"Oh, Kevin, leave him alone. At least he's not eating them."

"No, he's wiping them on my blankets. Not much better."

And being the good daddy that he is, Kevin sucked in breath and held his composure until I got the photos. It was hard for him, knowing that someone, his own child, was picking slimy boogers not 8 inches from his face and wiping them only another couple inches from his being. I'm not sure what I found more humorous - watching Paul pick his nose or watching Kevin closely monitoring the status of Paul's fingers.