Yet Another Reason Why Boys Are Gross

In case you are starting to waffle on your previous Blognut-inspired opinion about boys being gross, I have yet another story to share with you.

The Boy and I were in the car on our second trip to the store to buy some kind of happy crap for a friggin' diorama that I was assigned to complete. Wait, I mean, HE was assigned to complete it. Not me. I'm just the parent here, so I get to do all the work when he's not looking so he can get an A on the project because what kind of parent would I be if I let him mess this up? and you know that teacher expects me to do this for him or she wouldn't have to assigned it to us him.

Anyway, that was SO not the point. But have you seen this child's art work?

So... we're in the car, The Boy and I, and I happen to look over and see that his knees are absolutely caked in mud. Caked. Like totally thick and dried on mud that might even be dog poop for all I know, but whatever it is it is certainly not going to get me that coveted Mother of the Year 2010 award. And The Boy? Was chipping the mud off of his knees and throwing the little mud flakes on the floor of the car.

But that isn't why he's gross. I mean, it is certainly a contributing factor and all, but it's not the story.

The story is that The Boy, while engaged in conversation with me about the mud flaking activity, and without even stopping his chatter to pause for a breath, leaned over and plucked an M&M off the the floor of the car and popped it right into his mouth!

I screeched queried, "WHAT in GOD'S name are you doing? Do you even know where that came from? No one has had M&Ms in this car for months and, for all you know, that just came off the bottom of your shoe!"

You know what he said? He said he did not care because it tasted good anyway.

And THAT is why Little Boys are Gross.