Snot Rockets & Sugar Plums

 If you were snuggling into bed with the Wilkins last night (which would be very strange and totally inappropriate), you might have heard this exchange:

Me: "Goodnight sugar plum!" (It's Christmastime, okay??)

Chris: " Goodnight snot rocket!"

Um, snot rocket???

That is what you get when your husband grew up in a house of 5 boys. 

(minus cousin Becca--sorry girl!)