Pride cometh before a dirty tissue

We’ve all had a touch of a cold lately. I’ve been pretty proud of Carson for getting his own tissue…sometimes I remind him, but the independence of getting it himself has been nice. The snot is often smeared across the face rather than removed from the nostril, but…WHATEVER. Baby steps.

Then this conversation last night:

Mommy: Carson, I’m proud of you for getting your own tissue!
Daddy: Yes, and Carson, tell Mommy what you do with the tissue when you are done.
[I’m fully expecting him to say he throws it in the garbage, and I will continue to bask in my amazing parenting.]
Carson [without missing a beat]: I put it back in the box.

Then, Trent reaches over to the Kleenex box, pulls out about 3 snotty tissues and shows them to me.

Me: [sigh]