Boys and Boogies

Warning: Descriptive boogie story to follow!

Tonight I was sitting on the couch reading a very sweet bedtime story to the kids when I noticed Cullen becoming restless. He usually sits in my lap very peacefully and quietly while I read the bedtime story. (Emerson is my wiggle worm.) Cullen scooted over away from me and I spied him out of the corner of my eye doing something with his hand close to his face. I turned just in time to see half of his finger buried in his right nostril and then I watched as he pulled his finger out of his nose, held it out, took a good look and then WIPED it on the couch! I just sat there staring at him during the few seconds he took to find the culprit of his breathing obstruction, bracing myself for the moment he shoved his dirty little finger in his mouth (mind you all of this happened in a split second) and as he wiped his finger clean on the couch all I could think was

"Thank goodness he didn't eat it!"

I was kind of proud and disgusted all at the same time. I mean, he is a boy and tasting odd things comes naturally so when he smeared his boogie on the couch I was almost impressed with his self-discipline! He may yet prove me wrong about boys just being boys! ha ha However, he still did rub it off on the couch which is gross enough and if he were a girl he would have held out his finger for me to wipe. It definitely shows his independence and resourcefulness though. He's probably thinking "why use a tissue when you have a perfectly good surface to clean your finger"? But now I'm wondering if I should do a boogie check on all of the surfaces in the house. Better yet I'll just spray everything down with Lysol and call it a night!