My Kryptonite

I've learned over the last few days that snot is my kryptonite. I've had all manner of gross things to deal with since having Jackson. But snot is the one thing that makes me gag every time. Mucuous...yuck! It's the reason I don't like to eat or look at custard. The texture is too similar. To make matters worse, Jackson thinks he's dying if I try to wipe his nose. And he'd have you believe the nasal suction bulb was a torture device. Between his screams and my gags, we are a sight to see.

How could Mommy ever gag at a face so sweet?