This is what it is like to have a four year old.

I was sitting on the bed with Leif, running my fingers through his hair in an attempt to get the tangles out.

Me: "How in the world did you get so many tangles in your hair? Did you get something sticky in your hair?"
Leif: "Yeah. And boogers, too."
Me: "Ew, yucky. Did you put boogers in your hair?"
Leif: "Sometimes!"

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Can someone give me an extra several hours this morning? I could really use them.

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In a stunning example of "Be careful what you wish for", Leif had an accident at the library, necessitating a return home, as we had no spare clothing, as he hasn't had an accident in public in a year or so.

So now I have my extra hours.

And now Beeb just threw up all over my leg.