Growing up playing sports/running its just something you learn to deal with... we call it the "farmer blow" or snot rocket.

Wednesday I rode to pick up my daughter from pre-school. My two girls were happy clams back there in the trailer, it was a cool beautiful day.
I was crusing along and had to rid my nose of its contents...not remembering that they were back in the trailer...Ooops!
I started apologizing profusely to my kids and they had no idea what I was talking about. I felt horrible...but then I justified it by remembering that I clean up their snot on a daily basis. It was pretty funny explaining the snot rocket to a 4-year old. She seemed amuzed and grossed out at the same time! Hee Hee!

I am usually good about looking behind me too... the trailer was just low.