While preparing for a lovely family dinner of barbecued fare on Sunday night, the following conversation took place:

Older Son: Booger. Booger. Boogerbooger. Boogerboogerboogerboogerbooger. Booger…

The Lovely Wife [looking my way]: Okay, what?
Me [suppressing laughter]: Uh, sounds like "booger."
TLW: At the dinner table? I don't think so.

OS: …boogerboogerbooger…

Me [trying to keep a straight face and not look either of them directly in the eye]: …

TLW: What are you saying, [OS's name]?
OS: Um... Booger.

TLW: We don't use that word.
OS: But, I just…

TLW: No, that's a rude word.
OS: …want a burger to put in this ...hamburger bun?


Me: [beats hasty retreat to kitchen so I can smile and listen to the lecture on the differece between burger and booger.]

Sometimes you just want to be able to crawl inside their brains and witness the learning process. Luckily, TLW handled the scene marvelously, and with any luck, there won't be much more talk of boogers at the dinner table. Oh, hell, who am I kidding? I'll probably get the next lecture myself.

Posted bythemikestand at 1:18 PM  

4 stepped up to the mike:

meegiemoo said... 2:38 PM, May 20, 2008  

When I was a kid, my parents had us call our boogers "booies".

Not sure if that's any better than booger in the long run.

And that's snot a lie. said... 1:08 AM, May 21, 2008  

Hey. I really think you need to adjust your thinking. I mean you DO have boys and seems to me any dining experience you have without the actual flicking of boogers should be considered a roaring success.
Oh, Lord. I can't believe spell check doesn't know what a booger is... I guess cause spell check doesn't have a nose?

Anonymous said... 4:41 PM, May 21, 2008  

My sister had a heck of time with some words:

quilt = quirlt
scissors = zizzors
hamburger = hangleburger
"th" = f

Then she had to do a school science project that involved the word "organism" and couldn't spit out the "ni". She also couldn't figure out why her older sister was trying so hard to get her to pronounce it correctly to save her some embarrassment.

Candy said... 12:57 PM, May 22, 2008  

When my son was little, he was convinced that Burger King was really Booger King. And when I explained it repeatedly, he finally settled for Berber King. Which always makes me think of Attila the Hun. And carpets.

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