No, it's snot.

Last Friday, Alex came home from school wearing her "spare outfit" that I'd sent in, as requested, the first day of school.

I was surprised, since it's been a good long time since she's had any kind of potty accident.

I tried to be sensitive when asking her what had happened; I didn't want to cause her any added embarrassment.

Me: Alex, I see that you're wearing different clothes. Did something happen at school?

A: Yes.

Me: Do you want to tell me what happened?

A: Maybe later.

Me: Do you know that I love you so much, no matter what?

A: Yep.

Me: Okay, you can tell me when you're ready.

A: Okay, I'm ready.
There's a boy in my class name David. He sneezes a lot and has lots of boogers. I was the line leader, and he was standing really close behind me.
Then he sneezed and got his snot all over my shirt.
So I changed clothes.

Me: Excuse me while I vomit.



That was not what I was expecting.