Snot A Problem

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“What are you doing down there?” I asked Miss4.

Our youngest has a ‘tell’ whenever she’s up to something: she hides. Not well, mind you, but she ducks down behind something – usually our bed. More often than not one of us stumbles over her and it’s pretty easy to work out what she’s up to. There’ll be chocolate all over her fingers and face, or she’ll be clutching my phone. Or worse – both of those things will be happening at the same time.

But there was nothing obvious on this occasion. The kids were all sitting around the family room watching Pokemon before bed, and she’d seemingly just decided to duck down behind the side of the lounge in a highly suspicious manner, staring at her finger and ignoring me.

“What’s going on? What are you doing?” I repeated.

This time, she looked up.

“Picking my nose,” she said matter-of-factly and without the heavy dose of shame I’d deliver that sentence with….if picking my nose was something I would even consider doing. Which obviously it isn’t because I’m classy as fark, so leave me alone.

But the fact she was hiding probably meant one of her siblings had caught her and pulled her up on it.

“You don’t have to hide to unblock your nose,” I told her. “Just grab a tissue and give it a blow, then it’ll be all gone.”

Her facial expression became more horrified than I thought my suggestion deserved.

“I don’t like blowing my nose,” she said.

“Why not?” I asked, concerned. I suffer a bit from sinus, so I was thinking she might have pain and we need to see about it.

But the problem was much simpler and probably harder to fix than taking the right bit of medicine.

“It tastes really good.”

At least she looks well fed.

Raising a family on little more than laughs

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