Sunday, August 29, 2010

How (not) to pick your nose

The other day, Sharks was picking his nose, so I asked him if he needed a tissue. His answer: No thanks, my finger is fine.

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Moving on. Yesterday it was just time to trim the fingernails. You know what I'm saying. Sharks hates it when I cut his nails, but it's gotta be done.

So anyway, I did Deedo's nails, then the baby's, and finally Sharky's. He did this big, frustrated sounding sigh as soon as I finished clipping and walked away all mopey, only to sigh again, and say, "See? Now I can't pick my nose!"

2 comments:

Doug and Lori said...

ROFLOL! Love it! :)

Elisa said...

I'm with Sharks. Nails help. But is he a flicker or a wiper? I'm guilty of both--and it totally grosses out the husband, but hey! How else are ya gonna get it out?