Boys

While I was napping today, John decided to take Tyler over to Wendy's for an early dinner and boy's night out...I got the following tale sent, via email, so I would have a good laugh when I woke up:

So, we're standing in line at Wendy's and he starts rubbing my face.

"What are you doing Tyler?"

"I'm putting grease on you."

Me, thinking he's only pretending... oh that's cute. Wait a minute...

"Where did you get the grease from?"

"My nose," as he sticks his finger in it.

I touch my face and find boogers on my cheek.

Ugh.

Love you :-*