I'm nursing the baby upstairs while my husband and oldest son read bedtime stories downstairs.
They're giggling, everyone's happy. Then--screams. Screams and screams and more screams. An injury? An axe murderer? I stiffen to rise. Then I hear my husband's voice.
"YOU CAN'T KEEP YOUR BOOGERS. THE TISSUE STAYS IN THE TRASH."
"I WANT THEM!"
"Why would you want to keep your boogers?"
"BECAUSE THEY'RE MINE!"
I have no words.