Boys & Pocket Handkerchiefs...

... are two mutually exclusive concepts, it seems. Mothers of sons, do you recognise this picture? Please tell me yes and that mine is not the only washing machine constantly running...

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?