Last Friday I decided to take the kids to the Zoo in the morning. The weather is still nice in the morning and I love the Phoenix zoo. So we loaded up the van with the mega stroller, the cooler full of fruit and water and some towels and a change of clothes for each kid. As we were cruising up the I-10 toward the Zoo, Sam was snoozing and Anna was sipping away at some juice.
All of a sudden Anna yells out, Mommy... Mommy I have a drip on my hand. I look around for a napkin or a towel, which I don't have. Wincing I advise her to wipe it on her pants. "I can't mommy, then my pants will get all dirty!" Wincing once again, I say okay well wipe it on mommy's hand. So I reach my hand back behind me and feel a damp smear across my fingers. I withdraw my hand and look down to find, not a drip of juice, but a booger. A big green slimey booger. And not a napkin or tissue in sight... What is a mommy to do?
Wipe it on the bottom of my jeans of course... Oh the glamour of motherhood.
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