"Not"

Here's another "archive" e-mail that Pat sent me on Dec. 19, 2007:
Your son is disgusting. The entire ride home from getting the girls from school he kept saying he has "not." He repeated it over and over. Neither the girls nor I could figure it out. After we got home we got it. I unbuckled him from his carseat and he proceeded to run his nasty running nose across the front of my sweater. He then told me that I have "not." The Rugrats have not been on Nick much so I am not up on Chuckie lingo these days. I have introduced him to the tissues. I suggest wearing an apron when you arrive this evening because who knows if he will use the tissues.
By the way, Abbey is not feeling good, and I am sure that we will all pay for this at some point. Conner has already been subjected to the wrath of the sick one. Maggie and I have flipped a coin to see who has to talk to her next. She lost, so I am hiding.