Maybe, just maybe, we shouldn't do so many things for our children....

Cameron snuggles up to me on my bed:

"Mommy?"

I look over.

"Yeah, honey?"

With a questioning look on his face, he says:

"Does my breath stink?"

(This, by the way, is a phrase that I use with the boys quite a bit when discussing reasons why we need to brush our teeth on a consistent basis--".....because we don't want to have holes in our teeth or stinky breath.....")

So, I replied:

"I don't know, buddy....let me smell." And then I leaned over close, so that he could open his mouth, breathe on me, and I could let him know if he, indeed, had stinky breath. 'Cause that's just what a mother does for her son. Right, mommies?

However, I was not expecting this:

Cameron proceeds to firmly close his mouth, look up at the ceiling, and shoot a hard and deep breath my way--out of his nostrils. In the process, he managed to send a booger flying out of his nose, which landed squarely. on. my. cheek.

*shudder*

I've said it before.

I'll say it again.

I just could not make this stuff up.

I never did determine if the poor kid had stinky breath.....