You Are What You Eat

West and I have some version of this conversation several times a day:

"West, do you need a kleenex? West, don't eat that booger. Here's a kleenex, West. West, DO.NOT.PUT.THAT.BOOGER.IN.YOUR.MOUTH."

"I ate it Mommy. I'm a booger-eater."

He's going to be the class booger-eater when he goes to kindergarten. And get his ass kicked.