Yesterday we were hurrying, trying to get to the baseball field as usual, and when I went to go outside via the carport door, I saw something that absolutely made me stop dead in my tracks.  My son–who has terrible allergies–casually swiped his finger over our pollen-coated ping-pong table–the one that prevents me from parking on the carport, btw–and then practically shoved his finger up his nose.

What the–????

“Son, what the heck are you doing?  You’re allergic.  Have you lost your mind?”

He smiled and shrugged.  “I just wanted to see if it’ll make me sneeze.”

Well, duh.

Boys.  ’nuff said.