am I really?

I wasn't a bad guy today, but he did come up with new descriptive terminology for me at supper. He stuck his finger in his nose while watching me looking at him and then put same finger in his mouth. He knows I hate this. I pointed my finger right in his face (which he hates) and said that he was being disgusting. I suggested a more proper and private method of booger disposal. He pointed his finger right at me and said "you are disgusting, Mommy" and then kept insisting "you are YUCKY". So I made my very best Quasimodo face and thrilled him to pieces. He would laugh until he hiccuped and then say "be disgusting again, Mommy". We had an extended silly face contest, and I experienced that special joy that I feel when he laughs like he does, loud and long and happy.

Found at the library: one book (out of a dozen we checked out for him) about a Tonka Mighty Dump Truck just like his. We checked it out just before noon. We've now read it six times, along with at least half of the other books, at his request. He had to hold that book in the car every time he got in.

Did you notice the vibrant color of the icing on the cupcakes a couple days back? It came that strong blue color--we added nothing. It was Technicolor Toilet Day around here, and that's way gross to blog about, but it's relevant because Dennis told several people about his bright green poop today. Nice.