Saturday, April 17, 2010
Earlier this week I was tucking my three-year-old into bed. We were laying nose to nose, enjoying a few minutes of precious snuggle time. (He's a toddler--he doesn't usually do the snuggle thing. I have to wrestle him for a hug.) Anyway, we were exchanging kisses. Butterfly kisses, Eskimo kisses, cheek-to-cheek kisses, you name it. Oh, how I love my boys' bedtime! This particular night was pure bliss. Until...
Me: Yeah, Honey?
Toddler: Will you pick my nose?
Me: What? No. Absolutely not. I'm not going to pick your nose.
Toddler: Why not?
Me: Because that's yucky. If you have to blow your nose, use a tissue. Do you have to blow your nose?
Toddler: No. I just want you to pick it.
Toddler: (playing with my hand) Your fingers are too big. They won't fit in my nose.
Me: You're right. See? I can't pick your nose.
Toddler: (sticking his finger in my nose out of the blue) But my fingers are little. I can pick your nose!
Oh, joy. My own personal gold digger. ;)
Your turn: Have your kids wowed you with any doozies lately? I'd love to know I'm not the only mother whose son is obsessed with bodily functions... (Including but not limited to: belches, farts, boogies, ear wax, toe lint, and belly button fuzz. This is also the child who waves goodbye to his poopy, sighing "there goes all my hard work" when he flushes the toilet. His father and I are very proud.)