Rare form

This morning, my three-year-old calmly picked his nose, and wiped it on his mother's hand.

Um. Gross.

Later, during the Children's Message, Miss Cookie was discussing how the church is the people, not the building. She asked if there was anyone in the service this morning who was 90 years old. Nolan nodded excitedly, pointed a finger at my Mom, and "Grandma is!"

Nolan also insisted on wearing underwear to church. I was nervous, but agreed to let him do so. He stayed dry. He's been so inconsistent with potty training that this is a huge step forward. It turns out that threatening to take away his iPad privileges is a big motivator.

Now I just need to teach him how to use a Kleenex.