The Boy (mortified): AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I GOT MOCOS ON MY FACE!!!
Because I am trying to win the Mom of the Year Award (despite my best efforts to sabotage myself), I wipe his face with my BARE HAND.
Then he licks his lips, and says "mmmm, yummy!"
Yes, folks, he eats his mocos, now and then. I am not proud. Plus? I am pretty sure he gets that from his father.
But I have a way to stop this disgusting behavior. Yes, I do.
Me: If you eat mocos I can't give you chocolate all day.
The Boy: Oh. Sorry. I won't eat them anymore. I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRRRRYYYY! (Yes, he got more and more manic as he repeated himself.)
You know what that means, right?