After surviving a fast moving stomach virus in our house last weekend, Ryder spent some time reflecting on his experience and shared his thoughts with me this morning during our drive into town.
Ryder: Mom, remember when I fwew up dis weekend?
Me: I do.
Ryder: Weww, I figured out dat I fwew up because I picked my boogahs. It made me fwow up and I am never going to pick my boogahs again.
Me: (not succeeding in not laughing) That sounds like a great plan Ryder.
Ryder: Yep. I weawwy wearned my wesson.
And lucky me, since Wyatt can't stand for Ryder to be praised alone, he also vowed to stop picking his "boogahs". Approaching such vows with a grain of salt is a lesson I have learned, but I certainly appreciate their intentions.
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