They're just gross.

Driving today, Caleb asks,

"Do you know the difference between broccoli and boogers?
The answer: kids don't eat broccoli."

As I was preparing a lecture to stop being so gross, Chloe chimes in,

"Are we almost there? I need to burp, but I want to save it for Caleb's face."


Some kids are so precious.
I just didn't happen to birth one.

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