(originally posted on my other blog 4-23-08)
My son is nearly three. One day, as we were getting out of the van to go to the bookstore, he announced, "I'm the Boogeyman!" I asked him what he meant.
"I had a big boogey in my nose." he replied.
"Where did it go?" I asked after checking his nose and finding it clean.
"I put it on Brother's yellow shirt....very gently." he said with a smile.