More grossness

And now for another story that I probably shouldn't tell. (i.e. "Pooter Tooter")

Last night was not a very happy night for Gabrielle. She just couldn't let herself drift off, so she cried instead. I was carrying her around on my shoulder and she kept whipping her head back and forth across my shoulder. At one point, she sits up more in my arm, looks at my face, and wipes her nose across my chin. One large, green boogie remained there at the bottom of my face until I saw us in the mirror.

Here is the strange part: None of this bothers me. Feces, mucus, and vomit no longer sway me. This must be part of the Mom SuperPowers package.