I have a nose picker

Jeff feels my posts have been getting a bit sappy and all come around to how much I adore my (most precious, gorgeous) children. So, in an effort to be well rounded, here's one that I can find minimal redeeming or charming qualities about. You can thank Jeff later for his sage advice.

Let me preface the story: I do understand that the dilemma of what to do with ones snot/boogers/dried nasal mucus (what is the proper term when writing about this? I suppose there isn't one) is a tough one. When I was young our family's cleaning lady had a serious talk with my parents regarding what was going on behind my headboard. She found it so disgusting that she threatened to stop cleaning my room unless it ended. Jeff had a "boogey witch" who would magically take them all from behind the bed. (Are we meant for each other, or what?) So, I am familiar with this issue. However, it doesn't make it any more pleasant to deal with.

Anyway... about 3 months ago I started noticing little green sticky objects on the wall. There was no doubt what they were. Lily and I had a discussion about the proper way to take care of this. It got better and thanks to the fabulous Mr. Clean eraser, all evidence was removed. Several weeks later she had a cold and my advise went out the window (well, actually behind the bed) Suffice it to say that I needed to do some intense scraping & repainting of that wall. Another serious conversation. A big box of tissues and a trash can next to her bed. The next several weeks were perfect. No minor wall repairs, and she was going through boxes of tissues. I figured our cleaning woman was emptying them from the trash and my Lily was such a big, responsible girl.

Until the night my mother in law happened to look under the bed. There were weeks worth of tissues that had accumulated and now covered the entire floor under her bed and were skimming the top of the mattress. My girl doesn't do anything half way- I can take credit for that (ooops- sorry- slight bit of parental pride there). In retrospect, I do have to admit that I never specified where the tissues go. I thought the trash can implied it, but apparently not. Another conversation specifically about disposal of the tissue. Lily heard me, and I am happy to report that in recent weeks there have been no snot sightings and that I happily empty her trash can every few days.

Lately, I have started to notice Ben having some fascination with his nose and anticipate another series of fun filled conversations. This time though, I am more prepared. I'm armed with my Mr. Clean, a box of tissues and of course, a trash can.