When my daughter Ellen was four I started teasing her that I was saving all of my boogers in a big booger ball. I don’t know why I told her that except that it was fun to watch her make that 'grossed-out' face...
She always begged to see it so finally I told her that she couldn't see it now but I would give it to her for her eighteenth birthday. Well, guess what – she's turning eighteen and I've got to come through with a booger ball.
For when you ever need one. How to Make a Booger Ball.
(via Everlasting Blort)
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