Oh Isaac

At breakfast this morning, Isaac told me he had something stuck in his nose. I asked if he wanted a Kleenex and he said "ope. Yet me yit it!" (Nope. Let me get it.) He then proceeded to pick his nose. I told him, "that's a little bit gross."

and he looked at me, as only a boy could do, like I was completely crazy for thinking nose picking was gross! Oh Isaac.