The following is a conversation I had with Elijah while sitting in the car. (Warning: It is not for the "weak stomached.") We were waiting on Dan, who was inside Firestone, paying for our new tires. Yippee. Why does spending money (large amounts of it) on things like tires make me irritable? Yes, I know tires are necessary and important. But, I can just imagine what else I could do with that money... how many trips to Target, how many dinners out, how many Grande Lattes, and you see where I am going with this. Where was I? OK, so we're sitting there in the car, and I look over at my son.
Me: "You need to get a Kleenex and clean out your nose. It's gross."
Elijah: "No, it's not!"
Me: "Yes, it is. It's full of boogies."
Elijah: "I don't care, I like it like that."
Me: "What are you gonna do one day when the pretty girls want to talk to you and sit by you? Are you gonna have a nose full of boogies then?"
Elijah: "No." (pause) "But that's not happening today."
Me: "So, you don't have to clean it out today?"
Elijah: "Exactly."
Lord help the pretty girls. Here's a tip for all you future "girlfriends" out there: He's very sweet, and really handsome. He's smart and funny, too. But, if you are really interested in my son, just hand him a Kleenex and give him some time to take care of things.
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