If you were snuggling into bed with the Wilkins last night (which would be very strange and totally inappropriate), you might have heard this exchange:
Me: "Goodnight sugar plum!" (It's Christmastime, okay??)
Chris: " Goodnight snot rocket!"
Um, snot rocket???
That is what you get when your husband grew up in a house of 5 boys.
(minus cousin Becca--sorry girl!)