Izzy: Mom, my nose hurts.
Me: Come here and let me sock you in it then.
Izzy: Seriously, mom, my nose really hurts!
Me: Well, what's wrong with it then?
Izzy: There's a mint stuck in it!
Me: A MINT?? How in the world did a mint get stuck in your nose?
Izzy: I put it there.
At this point, we commence massive nose-blowing and water drinking, and then the mint falls out of his nose.
Me: Isaac, what in the world possessed you to put a mint up your nose?
Izzy: Sophie dared me to! She really did! She dared me to put a mint up my nose!
Me, crossing my arms across my chest: I do not care if she dared you. You should have better sense than to put anything up your nose!
Izzy: Well, you never told me not to put anything up my nose.
Me: That's true. Hey, never put a snake in your ear, okay?
Me: See some things you should just know better than to do, right? But I have to tell you something. When I was about the same age as you, I put a button up my nose and MaMa Norma had to help me get it out. And I learned to never, ever put anything up my nose again.
Me, Izzy, Chris: (Much joking about MaMa Norma beating the button out of my nose. I don't think she actually did, but my memory is pretty bad, so maybe she did, maybe she didn't!)
Me: I can't wait to write about this on my blog.
Izzy: Don't do it, mom! If you do, then when I have my own blog, like when I'm in my teenage years, or in my grown-up years, then I'm going to write that you were once a goober and stuck a button up your nose and then your mom had to spank it out of your nose!
Me: (Starts smiling when I think about how freaking awesome it would be if he actually remembers this and really writes a post about it one day!)