I love it when we're sick. Love it.
I love being sneezed on. I love telling kids not to wipe their noses on their sleeves, only to have them do it three seconds later. I love waking up mulitple times at night because I hear coughing, coughing, more coughing. I love it when babies refuse to sleep. I love it when Luke sleeps through everything, and I just let him because he has to get up at 4 am and do whatever it is he does all day, which may or may not be productive or bring bacon, but will surely be fun. For him. I love the week after we're sick when Luke gets sick. I love it when he stomps around the house complaining about people who don't take care of themselves, don't wash their hands, and pass him their germs.
In my world, there will be no boogers.