The Booger monster lives here

This would be me last night chasing around my children with used kleenexes. I ask you, dear internet, what is the fun of having an eight and nine year old if you can't torment them?

My honey laments how are these kids going to grow up into mature, fully functional adults when they have a booger monster for a mother?

My daughter turned it around on me, picked her nose, and then chased me with a big, juicy booger.

Maybe my hubs has a point.