Sniff. Sniff.
"Boy #2, come here and blow your nose please."
Sniff. Sniff.
"Please, Boy #2. Come here and blow. Your. Nose."
Sniff. Sniff.
"Boy #2..."
"I don't need a tissue."
Sniff. Sniff.
"Boy #2. Please. Come and blow your nose!"
Sniff. Sniff.
Oh well. Why would you want a tissue, indeed, when you have a shirt sleeve / beloved blankie/ arm of a sofa / mother wearing a long cardigan close to hand?
This does not improve significantly until they get interested in girls, and even then I think their habits are questionable when in private. Just keep that washing machine running...
ReplyDeleteMine can be persuaded to blow his nose respectably if I rugby tackle him and sit on him until it's done. Otherwise he uses my sleeve. Why not his sleeve I ask him frequently.
ReplyDeleteWe just have endless SNIFFING and hankie- rage from husband for whom sniffing is up there with, well, the most heinous crimes imaginable. Like whistling. I meanwhile have an unhealthily comfort blanket-esque relationship w my hankies regardless of physical need. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteYes, I definitely recognise.... Mine also love to wipe sticky fingers all over their clothes during meals - despite being given paper napkins.
ReplyDeleteOur boy is two and constantly jabbing exploratory fingers up his hooter. I have low hopes for his future nasal habits as his father is a shocking pick-n-wipe merchant (never, ever inspect the underside of his desk)
ReplyDeleteSleeves? Mine just use me to blow their noses on!
ReplyDeleteOne of the must-have items I ever owned in my motherhood kit was what we called a 'snot sucker' - a rubber bulb with a short tube emminating from it. You could use it to extract bio-hazardous waste from your toddler's nose. Very satisfying. My fingers still twitch towards that shelf in the bathroom cabinet sometimes.
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