Caleb and I were driving away from the gym this morning when he confessed something to me. He said, "Mommy, I picked my nose at the gym today." While my mind immediately wondered whether or not the childcare workers caught him in the act, he continued, "I picked it while I was on the slide, but don't worry-I put it on the ground."
Well, good for you, Caleb. Some might use a tissue or at least wipe the remains on their sleeves, but you, my brilliant boy, put it on the floor where other kids were running around in their socks.
Another reason my children wash their hands the moment we walk in the door.