Sebastian is my
nine-year ten-year old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people.
On shorter car trips these days, when his older brother is not in the car, I offer Sebastian the front seat. On one such occasion, at a stop light, I looked over to the lad and noticed that he had a protuberance from his left nostril. As he physically examined his nose, it quickly became clear that the visible portion was just the tip of a much larger iceberg.
After only cursory “digging” he unearthed a rather large, well, booger.
He then started a frantic search of the front half of the car for an appropriate way to dispose of the, well, booger.
There was no such relief to be found: no tissues, no napkins, not anything. He then asked sheepishly: “what should I do?”
Before I could utter a response, he added:
“Should I put it back in??”