The summer finally hit here in li'l ol' Helena and it has been D.R.Y. I forgot how dry it can get because we've had such a wet May, June, even July. And then August hit and the dried Boogers clung to the inside of noses everywhere.
Including Greysen's nose. And it's for this reason alone that he has become a nose-picker. Right? Okay, maybe truth be told, the whole family has been witnessed picking boogers in these dry times. Can't leave those dry nasty things to interrupt the flow of good ol' (forest-fire-filled) mountain air into the lungs. The other day Greysen was picking voraciously. He stopped and said, "Help. Nose." I responded, "Do you have boogers?" "Yeah," he responded. I asked, "You need help getting them out?" He said, "Boogers. Out." So, like the good Mama who will also be witnessed one day wetting my hands and pasting down his hair (or encouraging it to stand taller, as it is these days), I picked his booger.
It took some wrangling but in the end I produced a HUGE ball of green, dry booger. I said, "Is that better?" Greysen responded, "Better. Da doo (thank you)." And he went about his merry way.
We have a few boogers around here too. If Sam is picking his nose some day and I tell him to stop, I'm sure he'll say, "Mama picks her nose too." And it will be true.
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