The Boogieman, Part Deux

Oscar eats boogers.

I KNOW.

Now, this child is a veritable booger factory, first of all. And he is at the tail end of a cold, so the boogers are ripe and ready for harvest. He is ready to go spelunking. And he gleefully digs in, and then the finger goes right to his mouth.

I KNOW.

So the booger-eating goes on. I told him NO. I ignored it. I made fun of it. Then I started telling him NO again. Then I tried reasoning with him.

"Why are you eating boogers? Boogers are yucky!" I exhorted him.

"Mommy," (he said in that patient yet condescending voice he inherited from his daddy) "I have to eat dem because I need to go to my booger class."

Oh, ok. As long as there's a good reason.