Boogers

The other day the kids and I were driving in the car and I hear Grant making lip smacking noises.  I asked what he was doing.  Turns out he was eating his boogers.  My reaction: "Gross!!  Grant stop it!  That's so discusting!"
Jane's rebuttle: "No mom, it's great.  You have to try it.  Boogers are yum!"
Say what?!?!?
Now I hear two kids making lip smacking noises.
"Don't pick your noses, guys!  It wil make them bleed!!!"
Jane:  "No mom, I'm not getting the hard ones, I'm eating the gooey ones.  Sometimes if there's a booger just like hanging i pick it and eat it.  It's So yum!"
Me: (insert dry heaving here)


Today I got a REALLY bad bloody nose.
Jane's response:  "Mom, you really should stop picking your nose."
Rodger that.

Santa Claus is coming to Town!

This past weekend was the annual Bassett Family Christmas party.  Cathy B. through a great party with food and games and cookie decorating and, of course, the appearance of The Big Man himself: SANTA!
Grant was so excited he kept trying to sit on his lap and everytime Santa called another kid up Grant would be bummed.  Finally it was his turn and he hopped right up on the Jolly Old Elf's knee and smiled for pictures.  The more we would say, "smile Grant" the more he waould ham it up.  He nuzzeled right into Santa's beard and then started stroking it!  Yep, he was the creepy kid, but it was so adorable.
Jane did better this year.  She's still a bit nervous around him but she sat on his knee and told him what she wasnted and that he'd have to find us in California this year.