You know how I write a lot of booger and snot poems for kids?
My mother-in-law had a family dinner last night and I was enjoying a plate of lasagna. I looked over at my thirteen year old nephew and saw him dig his finger up into his nose, pull out a huge booger then eat it. It was really gross.
I guess that’s what I get for writing all those booger poems;)
2- Anstey 
on Jul. 17 2008 - Edit · Delete
Life hands us our subject matter, all we need to do is watch. 
rawr.
1- Rws
on Jul. 17 2008 - Edit · Delete
Did he enjoy it more than the lasagna?