You Can Pick Your Nose…
You know that saying, popular amongst teens: “You can pick your nose, you can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose”?
It’s not true, you know.
George approaches me. “Mary, I need a kleenex. I gots a booger on my finger.”
So he does. Thick, green, good consistency, a little crusty on one side, it sits solidly atop his pointer finger.
“Yuk, George.” Probably a little rattled at having this thing waved too close to my own nose, I ask what would appear to be a completely foolish question as I hand him the kleenex. “Where did you get that thing?”
“Baby Alice.”
Wow, he’s got an excellent future career as a SAHD for sure!
At least he didn’t eat it.
I WISH my daughter would eat hers. Instead, she rubs them onto my arm, face, whatever is handy—EEEEWWWWW!
Crayonz: SAHD?
Snaars: too true. One of those “It could be worse” scenarios. (Love your picture: and so appropriate to the post!)
hausfrau: Eeeewwwww, indeed! Perhaps I could send George over to help her learn? I’m always eager to help them practice and perfect their skills.
Hey, I’m your 1,000th visitor. Do I get a prize? Perhaps a day with noted Philosophers, Thomas and George?
Mary – SAHD=”Stay At Home Dad”
I am pulling faces over here Mary… LOL
Matthew: I’m having fun with that hit counter, just watching the numbers scroll up. I also have a tracker now, but its numbers don’t agree with the hit counter. What does one make of that? I haven’t quite figured out how to do door prizes in the ether, but when I do, you’ll get yours.
(Stay at home dad. Of course. Thank you!)
August: Pulling faces? So was I! Alice’s mother was delighted, however, and offered George a job: nose-cleaning duty at their home, of which they would be glad to be relieved.