The Icky-Wickies

We were running ahead of schedule this morning. Really ahead of schedule. So Hubby sent Large Fry upstairs to brush her teeth. A couple minutes later, he sent Medium Fry up to do the same thing. There was immediate giggling and talking. I've been battling a stubborn headache for the last day or so. It's not severely painful, but it's irritating and draining and all I want to do is sleep. I was going to head back to bed anyway, so I started that way as Hubby shouted up to Large. Hubby: Large, you've had more than enough time to brush your teeth! You'd better not be bothering your sister. On the last set of steps upstairs, I was able to see into the bathroom. Me: Out, Large! She scampered out and passed me on the stairs. Large: I had some icky-wickies! Me: Icky-wickies? That's a new one. Large [disappearing into the kitchen]: Some buggies in my nose. It took me a minute. Boogers. She had some boogers in her nose.