business trip

husband gone on business trip.
evening 1(so far):
all of my cooking skills are no longer needed.  tonight's dinner:  pillsbury crescent roll dough made into tiny pizzas.  noah sitting on my lap pretending to wipe boogers on me,  on my face no less, and "blows" his nose on my shirt.  what a sweetie.  he then proceeds to try to stick his hand in my shirt and asks "what's that?"  lovely.  keep your hands to yourself.  tell ya when you're older.