Boo Boos

This past weekend we had one of our sunniest, warmest days we've had since early fall.  We spent almost every waking moment outside.  It was warm enough for Kirby to be in shorts and tee shirt.  He pushed his truck around the block, dug in the mulch (sigh), and played his little heart out.  He took a number of spills and wound up with some skinned up knees, or summer legs as my friend calls them!  When we were eating dinner, he was looking at his knees through the glass top table, and Keith said, "Oh no!  Kirby has boo boos on his knees."  I think this is the first time we've used the term boo boos, and how he knew to start wailing at the mere mention of it is beyond me!  haha.  That night I put him in a pajama set with short sleeves and shorts, or baby pants as he called them.  The next morning when I went to get him out of bed, he was sitting looking at his knees.  He looked up at me with sad little eyes and said, "Kuuuby has boogers on his knees."  I couldn't really contain my laughter, but I tried my hardest and tried to correct him that they were boo boos, not boogers.  He looked at me as seriously as he could and said, "No, they boogers."

Ok, okay!!!  You have boogers on your knees, buddy!!!!