Will has figured out that his little fingers fit perfectly in his little nostrils, AND they just so happen to pull out little boogies. He brings them to me like a dog would bring you a dead possum. 'look mommy!' and he's so proud of himself. It's pretty cute, I'll admit it. I love seeing preK pictures. There is always one kid digging in their nose. I hope Will is that kid.
With that bring said, when does one stop picking their nose? I remember telling my dad as he tucked me in that I was going to ask God to help me to quit picking my nose. I was probably 7 or 8. It didn't work. Fact is, we all have boogers. Where and how you pick your nose is key.
I can only use lent free tissue to blow my nose. Anything else and I will sneeze 1000 times. So sometimes a quick rearrangement of the boogies will suffice. Especially when you feel like one is stabbing you. Those are the worst.
I was at a stoplight today and there was a woman digging in her nostrils. If Emily Post had a rule for nose picking, this woman would have failed. Everyone knows you should pick while driving.
So this is most likely the lesson I am going to teach my offspring. It's okay to pick your boogies. Why isn't it? We all have them. Pick away, my people. Pick away.
Ciao
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You crack me up! And I hate those stabbing ones too! Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeletehow many times have I been stopped at a light on a one-finger-mission of cleaning house (nose) and noticed the person next to me with a look of disgust on their face??? more than once.
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