Walker and His Boogies

I often joke that when Walker comes downstairs in the morning, you better not look at him the wrong way or his whole day is ruined (and therefore your whole day is ruined). Lately, with all these allergens swirling around and his refusal to take allergy medication and his extreme dislike of nose-blowing, he's been coming downstairs looking like this:

He'll refuse to open his eyes.

And he will rub his nose. And sometimes he will hit his nose. He's THAT mad at his nose.

"All day they get in my nose." (His boogies.) "I don't like to sniff."

And his super supportive mom giggles and takes pictures instead of helping him. ;)