Um, did you just lick my toes???

My children routinely crack me up.  (When they aren't driving me crazy, that is.)

The things that they do and say-my god.  I often wish I had recorded it to send into America's Funniest Home Videos-assuming that show is even still currently running.  I have no clue-I'm a little TV isolated here, in Japan.  We don't have any cable, so we don't see anything brand-new on TV, ever.  We actually pretty much never watch TV actually-just the kids stuff.

So, today, we were at the commissary, picking up a few things (60-freaking-dollars of a "few" things!).  We had paid and I was waiting for the bagger to finish up.  Brendan was jumping around and stepped on my toe.  I reminded him not to jump around-told him he had stepped on my toe and hurt it.  He apologized, and I went back to paying attention to the bagger.

Suddenly, I felt something-something wet-ON MY TOE!  Warm, wet and kind of squishy.  I looked down and it was Brendan, licking my toe!  Eww, eww, eww.  I'm not sure what was grosser-him licking my toe, or me having him lick my toe.

I told him (in my best parent voice) "Stop!  You do not do that."  He jumped up, the bagger finished, and we started walking out of the commissary.

I told him as we were walking out of the commissary, "Don't do that again.  We don't lick toes."

He said to me, "I was kissing your toe Mommy.  I hurt it."

I said, "Well, thank you for trying to make it better.  But, no kissing toes please.  That's yucky."

And then we went about our merry way.