It just seems like I can't get a spare minute to blog these days. And when I do have a minute, I just don't have it in me. By the end of the day my brain is pretty much shot. But as crazy as life is right now, we're having a lot of fun. Cale is saying and doing new things each day. He now tells a few knock, knock jokes. So that I don't forget years from now here's the one he tells the best: "Knock, knock. Who's there? Och. Och who? Bless you."
Cale has also gone to the movies two times now. I can barely believe it, but his Mammaw has taken him both times and says he sits through the whole movie. And he even kept a pair of 3-D glasses on through one of the movies. We're looking forward to taking him to the next good cartoon movie that comes out.
Today when I picked Cale up from the babysitter, the school-aged boy who opened the door immediately informed me that Cale had picked a booger and eaten it. I knew this day would come. I see it everyday in my second graders. Some are closet eaters. You know the ones. They sit at their desk and nonchalantly dig one out. They glance around in an attempt to be inconspicuous all the while being completely obvious and then lean down pretending to tie their shoe while quickly shoving the booger in.
Some eat freely, out in the open, not caring who can see. They take their time, really trying to get in there and get the best one. As if they are eating something innocent and socially acceptable like a cookie. Then, two minutes later they come and give you a hug. Gross.
Well, I've been dreading the day that Cale ate his first booger. Oh, I'm not naive. I know this is probably not his first rodeo. He's probably eaten many 'a booger in his day already. But, this is the first time he's been caught.
When I walked in and heard the news, I could hear some of the other older kids chanting, "Cale ate a booger. Cale ate a booger." I cringed. Is he seriously the gross kid already? Cale just stood there with this happy-go-lucky look on his face, having no idea that he was becoming the resident "cootie kid".
Then, his baby-sitter told me that she asked Cale why he ate the booger. He stood there a minute and said, "I don't know." Then, she asked him what it tasted like, in hopes of getting a response like, "yucky" or "gross". But no, not from Cale. He said it tasted like strawberries. Strawberries, which are red, juicy, and delicious. It's really kind of strange because the day we had the "poop eating" incident, he said his poop tasted like grapes. Maybe he has some kind of unhealthy relationship with fruit. Heaven knows what he thinks of vegetables.
Well, being a school teacher and knowing that booger pickin' and eatin' can follow a kid through their elementary days, I realize that we must to put a stop to this now. How, I don't know. I just have to keep telling myself...at least it's not poop...at least it's not poop. Is that something to be proud of?
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