Eeyore is a bit of a delicate flower. He doesn’t like roller coasters, he doesn’t want to try riding his bike without training wheels because he might fall, he doesn’t like boogers or poop or vomit. He’s not the typical male.

This is why I felt so bad for answering yes to his question this evening without really paying attention to what it was he was doing.

I was putting Cindy-Lu to bed and he came in and told me that he was a good air pumper and did I want to see him pump some air. I replied with a distracted mm hmm all without even looking at him.

A few seconds later he asked if I would like him to pump some air into my mouth and held up the blue bulb syringe thing that I used to suck boogies out of Cindy-Lu’s nose. Still not really getting it, I replied with a confused "what??"

That was when he put the entire end of the booger-sucker-outter in his mouth and squeezed the bulb a few times.

He is now brushing his teeth.

*I mean girly man in the best possible way. I wouldn’t have him any other way. He is sweet and caring and the best little boy anyone could want.