Parenting & Boogers
My daughter is 4. She’s so god damn adorable.
She delivers her boogers to me. It’s like I’m meant to be interested in them? I almost feel obliged to set up a booger museum. *This booger is from 2013. It’s protected by the national heritage association”.
Initially, I was nice about it… “Oh Thanks, sweety, but mummy has no use for boogers so if we could just throw them away and not bring them to me that’d be great. K. Thanx. Bye”
Then I started ignoring her and just telling her to throw them away herself. Sometimes she would. Sometimes she would cry and make me take the booger.
Now I’m leaning to the “The next Booger you bring me I’m going to chop your nose off” stage of parenting because I’ve pretty much won the Tatts Lottery of Boogers.
There was a couple of incidents where she hand delivered me a fart…..that was just sickening. You are probably thinking it’s not possible to hand deliver a fart. Believe me, in those tiny sweaty enclosed hands – Farts are transportable.
My daughter is now 6. She’s still adorable as hell.
She knows passing boogers is gross and no longer does it.
She still thinks farts are hilarious, for the most part. I agree.
We haven’t yet moved past the phase where if we find a bug/spider/ant we aren’t allowed to kill it because they were her “pets”.
She accepts I at least have to throw them out of the house. Perhaps it’s her teaching me & not the other way around.
Parenting & Boogers Huh. What a job.