Daniel (urgently): My nose is running. Tissue, tissue.
I wipe his nose.
Daniel (crying): No, no, don’t take away the snot.
Me: Eh?
Daniel (crying more loudly): Give me back snot.
Princess (sotto voce): For God’s sake, it’s only snot.
Me: Danny, sweetheart, it’s gone, er, why did you want the snot?
Daniel: I want it go to bed in my nose.
Ah the joys of snot! Welcome home Mrs W. Really enjoyed catching up on your last few week’s entries. Work has a horrible habit of getting in the way of proper internet use
A thing of possibilities. Cruely whipped or at least wiped away by unthinking parent. There could be lasting damage here, you know…
Thank you C. I know Jack, I lie awake nights worrying about this kind of thing.
I had virtually the same conversation today:
Me: blow your nose
Child 1 : NO
Me: Why not, you are full of snot
Child 1: I need the snot
Me: There is a whole family of snot in there. Snot parents, snot children and snot babies. Soon there will be no room for anyone and they will have to start living in your ears and your mouth
Child 1: Oh, they are already in my mouth, look!
Me: ….