I’m using that term loosely. I figured that since the last post was a bit uncouth I’d just add another.
Kelly’s comfort “object” is to pick her nose at night and eat the buggers. I know, disgusting. And yet, as soon as she gets it all out, she falls right to sleep. For the longest time I didn’t have the heart to tell her not to do this. But, this past week Zach and I have been telling her not to pick her nose anymore. Use a tissue.
She can’t fall asleep! She gets really fidgety. So, yesterday I told her she could pick her nose again. But only at night, in her bedroom, right before she falls asleep. The rest of the day, at school, home, in public, she must use a tissue.
Tonight, as I was rocking her to sleep, she asked, “Mami, I can pick my nose?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes, because it’s night time and you’re going to sleep.”
“Can I eat it?”
“Yes.”
“Oh THANK YOU MAMI!”
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