Boogers
This is verbatim:
My three-year-old daughter blew her nose this morning. My mother-in-law said, "Are you sick?"
"No, I have boogers," came the response.
"Oh," my mother-in-law said. Then, to find out the extent of my daughter's knowledge, she asked, "What are boogers?"
My daughter thought for a moment, and then said, "Trash from my brain."
My three-year-old daughter blew her nose this morning. My mother-in-law said, "Are you sick?"
"No, I have boogers," came the response.
"Oh," my mother-in-law said. Then, to find out the extent of my daughter's knowledge, she asked, "What are boogers?"
My daughter thought for a moment, and then said, "Trash from my brain."
posted by Stuart Buck at
1:21 PM
3 Comments:
You sure she didn't mean "bloggers"?
So damn funny!
So, you won't panic when she says she's going to blow her brains out?
As much as my father did that in public, into that filthy hanky he kept in his pocket, if only I could have suggested he was losing his mind every time he so embarrassed me during my teenage years.
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