So, we’re in agreement, then…Posted: August 29, 2007
“Don’t! Stop it! Get that out of my NOSE!”
“Keep it out of my nose. You put it in my nose.”
“What did I put in your nose?” I dried her hair with the towel. “I haven’t gone near your nose.”
“You putted the towel in my nose.” She touches the side of her nose.
I snicker. “Well, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to. I spend most of my time trying to keep things out of your nose.” I’m thinking of jellybeans, rocks and leaves, not to mention her tiny fingers.
A far away look, her eyes glazed with the earned exhaustion of a toddler who missed her nap but not much else today, and a soft comment of “Yeah, me too,” settles the matter.
Then I remember Walmart last night, and the banned snack action I caught and then I wonder if she’s thinking ‘boogers.’