Boys and Boogers

Brennan and I were snuggled up in bed tonight when he touched his finger to the beauty mark above my lips and asked, "What is this?"

"It's a beauty mark." I replied. (I refuse to call it a mole. Just the term "mole" freaks me out - like I am going to have some tiny little creature burrowing out of my face, cheek or chest. Or leg. Or arm. Damn, I have a ton of these suckers on me.)

"Huh," Brennan replied as he gazed at it thoughtfully. He removes his finger and says with a shrug, "I thought it was a giant booger."

I had nothing to say in response. I mean, really, my sweet adorable little three year old thought his mom was walking around for the THREE years of his life with a giant booger hanging from her nose? Don't you think he'd at least offer me a tissue?