But you can't pick your friend's nose.
I love that saying and I couldn't wait to use it.
Today I am speaking, actually I guess I am typing, about noses.
More specifically, Luke and Carson and their nose issues.
This morning Luke woke up and had blood all over his face, pajamas, pillows and sheets. It was a mess. I wondered who he got in a fight with last night. And for that matter, what the other guy looked like. There's nothing more frightening than seeing your child covered in his own blood. So I've been on clean up patrol and am monitoring him since the bleeding comes and goes. It's not really bad, but when I have him blow he looks at it and says Ewweee. My sentiments exactly.
Carson on the other hand has a bad habit of being a picker. What is it that's so enticing about digging for gold? I am surprised he hasn't had many bloody noses. I am very thankful that my boys don't internally recycle their finds, if you know what I mean. That is seriously one thing that will get me on the verge of vomiting, seeing a kid eat his own booger. I even had a hard time typing that out without my stomach churning. Ugh! Nasty! I would rather clean up puke or change a juicy diaper than see what I just typed.
And another "why" question I have is why do kids find it necessary to put items inside their nose when they were never intended to be there in the first place? Such as when Carson was younger he put a popcorn kernel in his nose. Thankfully we were able to have him blow it out, or we would have been making a trip to the ER. Another time one of the boys (I can't recall which one it was in particular) put a green pea up there.
I don't get it. Is this just a boy thing or do girls do it too?