The following conversation took place minutes ago:
"Hey Bec! Get your ass over here, woman!"
"I'm checking my email. Hold on."
"No. Trust me. You're going to want to come here right now."
"Why? Is Archer doing something cute?"
"Nope. Even better. Hurry!"
So I hurried down the hall where my husband was sprawled across the floor beside a dancing Archer.
"Come closer. Look what I just picked."
So I peered into Hal's hand at the biggest most giantist booger I have ever seen.
"HURRY UP and get your camera out! You have to take a photo of this!"
"No! I'm not taking a photo of Archer's booger. How old are you? Five?"
"Yes! I'm fucking five! Now get your camera, woman."
So I went and got my camera and I took a photo* of Archer's gigantic booger. And for whatever twisted reason, felt an indescribable sense of pride and accomplishment.
"Wow. It looks even bigger in the photo..."
Shhhh... Do you hear that? That's the sound of my brain deflating like a balloon.
*Photo can and will be emailed at your request.