We were at the grocery store today when J sneezed (I *really* hope he's not getting sick like his Mama). I told him to not touch his face, as he had boogies on it. As I grabbed a spare Kleenex in my pocket, I had this conversation with him.
Me: "We don't like boogies, do we buddy?"
J: "No Mama."
Me: "What do we say to boogies?"
J: "Go away, boogies."
Me: "Yeah, go far away boogies."
J: "Like Uncle D and Casey?"
Me: "Yeah buddy. Far away like Uncle D and Casey."
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