Flip-Flops and Mass Transit

Summer is nearly here and footwear is in transition. From all-weather spring shoes to the barely-there flip-flops everyone seems to love, our little piggies are seeing the sun.

At their own peril.

We took the train in to Arlington to give the kids a little adventure. They were so excited to take the train. We could have just gone into the city and back out again, and they would have been thrilled.

Besides Stroller-Pusher, Hand-Holder, and Snack-Packer, one of the MomJobs at this stage of my kids' lives is to be Tissue-Producer. This is particularly important as LittleBird is not one to hide her boogers. Not to my knowledge, anyway. She comes up to me during any manner of odd times to give me a booger. Hell, she wakes me to up hand them over.

So, as we are about to exit the train I hear, "Here Mommy!"

Spotlight one giant booger on the end of her little preschooler finger.

Not missing a beat, I thank her, grab her hand and step off the train.

But what to do?

What else do you do with a booger on your finger?

You flick it, of course.

So, I did.

Right onto the top of someone's bare foot in a flip-flop.

Not intentionally, of course. But the damned thing had a mind of its own and flew straight for the foot like a baseball to a glass window.

In the span of a breath that lasted eternity, the booger hit. Stuck. Then fell off.

Mass Transit Passenger boarded the train. We continued past. No one knew but me. And the booger.