Conversations My Mother Never Had

Here's a conversation from last October that I felt should be saved for posterity. I am fairly certain that my mother never had some of the types of conversations with her children that I have with mine.

Example A: While driving in the car with Carter one night, the following conversation occurred:

Carter (5 yrs): EWWWW!!!

Me: What happened? What?!

Carter: I just ate some of my ear wax.

Me: Eww. I bet that didn't taste very good.

Carter: It tastes worst than boogers, Mom.

And for the record, I don't think my parentals were adequately sympathetic. In fact, when my dad heard the story, I think his words of understanding comfort were something to the effect of, "‎'It tastes worst than boogers' would be a great name for a rock group."