Oh Boogers

Sometimes life just throws boogers your way.  Literally.  So, I was called to be the primary chorister in my new family ward.  For those of you out there not of the LDS faith, that means I was asked to lead the children in singing time during the last two hours of church.  It's been a real blast.  I get to play games and inspire the children to sing.  However, there are moments where I can tell the children are having fun testing my patience.  We have a big primary program that the children prepare for all year and present to the congregation in the fall.  This means that we teach them a new song every month and try to get them to memorize it!  So, we've been working and working on this piece.  Get this vision: I'm standing in front of the children waving my arm about.  I wore a black top, a black pencil skirt, and a purple sweater.  Scott chose my shoes for the day and he chose what my grandmother would think of as "call girl" shoes.  They are tall.  Very tall black satin beauties that are purely for fashion.  So anyway, I'm standing there in front of the kids and the youngest ones sit in the front so that means the little 3 year olds are the ones RIGHT THERE.  I sometimes feel like I need to present a broadway musical complete with a tap number to get their attention.  Well, I was noticing two of them were turned around in their chairs facing the back of the room and the one who was facing the front was picking his nose.  This little guy was digging DEEP.  All of a sudden something flew my direction.  It was a booger.  That's right...a booger.  And this thing was HUGE.  It was the size of a green pea at least.  I look down at my skirt and there it is.  This booger managed to make it all the way past my music stand, through my waving hand, and onto my beautifully pressed skirt. What did I do?  I wiped it off and kept conducting.  I didn't even think twice.  I guess that's one less nasty child thing that has the potential to gross me out as a mother.  (I've already dealt with the projectile vomit thing...that was nastAy! But I survived).  The moral of my story, when life throws a booger your way, just deal.