This morning Chase and I were snuggled on the couch watching
a very fulfilling episode of Spongebob Square Pants when I could see movement
out of the corner of my eye. When I
realized what was moving, I was horrified.
The object that was moving was Chase’s finger. By this time, his petite pointer finger was
knuckle deep into his nose. Disgusted,
but not surprised, by this sight, I told him that if he had boogers he needed
to get a Kleenex. But instead of happily
accepting my request by getting a Kleenex and wiping his boogers onto the
Kleenex, which would have been the socially acceptable thing to do, he decided
to stick his finger back up into his nose and insert the booger back to where
it originally resided and continued to watch television as if nothing happened. That’s right, my child was too lazy to get a
Kleenex, which was actually within arm’s reach of him, but instead he decided
that booger didn't need to come out after all.
On a side note: My child can successfully dress himself,
which is super exciting and saves me a lot of time. On the downside, he put his shirt on
backwards today and it is driving me bonkers.
Every time I see the buttons on his upper back I want to poke myself in
the eyes with a pencil so I don’t have to see it anymore. But I am trying to be a good mother and not stifle
his accomplishment by having him change it or pointing it out. (Finger’s crossed that he spills on it and
has to take it off. Am I going to hell?)
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