Third had just finished lunch and I was wiping him off with a damp washcloth. He was recovering from a cold and in the process of cleaning him, I wiped a large green booger out of his nose. I folded the washcloth in half and then in half again to cover the booger and continued cleaning him up. When he was squeaky clean, I released him from his high chair and sent him off the play. Then I took the washcloth to the counter and got a tissue. I wanted to get the booger off the washcloth so that it wouldn't end up in my laundry.
The booger was gone.
I checked both sides of the washcloth and couldn't find it. So I decided that it was have gotten wiped back onto my baby somehow. I caught him and looked him over, checking his face and hands for the booger. No booger. Odd. But I assumed that it had dissolved on the washcloth because of the moisture.
Some time later I felt a slight tickling itch on my face. I reached with my left hand to scratch it and felt something sticky and slightly squishy. It stuck to my hand as I pulled it away.
THE BOOGER!!!!
I have no idea how it transferred from the washcloth to me. I squealed and frantically washed my hands and face. The squeamish feeling didn't leave for a long time and even though I had thoroughly washed, I kept trying to rub the feeling of the booger off my face. It was pretty horrible and only became funny later.
Nothing more horrific than someone else's boogers.... ick.
ReplyDeleteMy Dad, your Grandpa, used to chew tobacco and kept a small coffee can in his vehicle to spit in, just like HIS Daddy did. Once or twice a year the can would be toppled by a hard turn or bad bump and you talk about disgusting....... I guess he emptied it occasionally but it seemed almost full most of the time in my memory.
Erp... That is horrific. I remember his coffee cans in the house. They were bad enough.
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