☺"No, we don't put boogers back in our noses."☺

So where do we put them, mommy? - I'm sure this little girl was wondering. Here's what this mama had to share:

"The other day I said this to my 17 month old. We've had an ongoing battle about putting things in her nose which began many months ago with her finger. Lately she's been putting cotton bits and odd things up her nose (or attempting to). I caught her trying to put something up there the other day and started with 'no no honey we don't put things up our nose.' As I got closer and saw what it was, as I was taking said object out of her hand, I noticed that she'd obviously picked her nose and was now trying to put it back up there. For some reason after saying the above phrase, I continued to attempt to explain to her why and how we shouldn't dig them out in the first place. Not sure why I ever try to be logical with a 17 month old, but there you have it."

At least she knew where it came from. This next mom had the element of surprise thrust upon her and she was left with no option but to ask, "Who's booger is this on the wall?"

Order of Operations:

"Pull up your panties
Then your jeans
Then your tutu"

☺"Maybe if you wore underwear to the dinner table you wouldn't get crumbs in your butt."☺

So true, so true. What other explanation could there be? I'm sure my cousin thought this was innately known to all humans, but apparently not. I'll have to remember this one - I'm just sure it will come up in my house one day.

"If you touch the seat again, I'll take the frog away."

Really, if that's not a reason to stop touching a seat, I don't know what is. Try that sometime when you're on the subway or bus and just see how that action stops immediately. The person might think you're a bit loony but at least you'll have a smoother ride. Go on, practice it now.

I, on the other hand, said this to my 3 year old last night on the plane (our third and last...hmm, child and plane actually). I can't really blame the poor guy for being antsy - we had started our travels early that morning and had been sitting on planes and in airports for about 14 hours so his little legs were, understandably, in need of some movement. But the lady in front probably didn't want to be his exercise equipment so I had to make an immediate and effective threat. It worked. His yellow rubber frog must have been just a tad bit more exciting than the mesmerizing rhythm of the tray table going up and down. You're welcome, lady in seat 24D.

"There's no more room on daddy."

We're stuffing our 7 selves in a rather small taxi, my husband has 2 children on his lap as it is, when our 3 year old decides, mid-ride, that he too would like to sit on daddy's lap. Sorry dear, we could barely shut the door...actually, I think we left a tiny chunk of my mom's arm back on the sidewalk, so there is honestly not an inch (centimeter, rather) to spare on my darling hubby's wonderful legs.

Our trip here comes to an end tomorrow but another action-packed journey awaits us - the joy of travel on 3 planes and 4 airports. I'm sure I'll have plenty to post on Sunday.

"I'm wearing your underwear."***

***A CHILD SAID THIS, NOT A CREEPY ADULT!***

I just wanted to make that perfectly clear because it was such a sweet, innocent statement and I felt immediate clarification was absolutely necessary. Now, here's the story behind it:

My cousin's adorable 3 year old daughter was happily flipping through our Go Fish princess cards this afternoon when I heard these strange words come from her mouth. At first I thought I had surely misunderstood but then my cousin said, "Oh, she's talking to Tinkerbell." Which, come to think of it, was a rather arbitrary statement itself, but instantly made perfect sense. That whole sweet thought process combined with her delectable cheeks, heavenly clear blue eyes, and luxurious lashes made me just want to sweep her up and drown her in kisses. Seriously, how cute was that?!

"Sweetie, wipe your eye..."

"...you've got some cake on it." This was said, very caringly, by a great dad (my cousin-in-law) to his oldest daughter at yes, my grandma's party. From across a very large table, nonetheless. So it was, sort of, yelled, but in a very thoughtful tone with only her best interest at heart. I mean just think, what if some frosting were to make its way down and enter the eye, causing a weird burning sensation that only frosting could cause. He was simply looking out for his daughter's welfare, as he does at all times, shamelessly willing to sound ridiculous at the expense of his daughter's optical safety. Wow, he must be a fire fighter or something. Oh wait, his is. Lucky girl.