Stinkin and Bis-gusting

Conversations from the backseat can be quite entertaining. As we were on our way home tonight, Eli was accidentally kicked his backpack on the floor. And spent the next few minutes repeatedly saying My stinking backpack in on the floor. I dropped my stinking backpack. I can reach my stinking backpack. I finally told him saying stinking was really nice. And he of course asked Why. I finally just told him to hush and sing something.

And so all is well we're trucking along having spent a good five minutes Stuck in Traffic. And I hear fake-spitting sounds from the back. So I ask Um Eli what are you doing? And he quickly informs me I ate a booger and dat's bis-gusting. Bis-gusting. Eni ate dat booger an it bis-gusting. I asked why he ate that booger and he said Eni ate it in his mouth and it is bis-gusting. I needa drink my tea and make it better.

I shouldn't be shocked considering this is the same child that stands ups from pooping in the potty to ask what shape is dat eww.

But it still is bis-gusting.