That adorable, awesome, sweet, loving 2 year old ALSO learned that he could blow his nose on my shirt and on that particular day when I was wearing a black shirt, it left a very noticeable mark.  So, he continued on-it was fun for him.  Disgusting for me.  I couldn’t put him down because he left his shoes somewhere and my hands were full so I couldn’t move his head away from my clothes.  So, there I was, holding him as he continually blew his snotty, drippy nose on my black shirt.  Gross, I know.  Its just that I forgot to add this to the list of things he did-it was an important one.  : )