Two Things

While making small talk with the front desk girl at the pool, I caught sight of Evan's finger in the vicinity of his nasal cavity--a fairly rare event. Even though he's only three years old, it still is a bit embarrassing, especially due to other peoples' reactions. Yes, it's gross, but I figure it's normal and something they have to work through and learn not to do.

So I kept my eye on him while trying to not make a big deal of things. I saw movement but the entire finger was in full view; I decided to just wait. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was keeping his finger close and handy, and yet there was no real knuckle-grinding action. There was, however, a look of deep concentration on his face--not unusual in and of itself, but often indicative of holy-cow-I-missed-something and I-sure-hope-Mom-doesn't-notice. And there was a look of wonder on his face that kept me focused. (Now, keep in mind I'm having a full-on conversation with this girl, so I'm seriously multi-tasking.... well, multi-tasking for me, that is.) We finished up with Evan still heavily absorbed with the contents of his nose and began walking down to the pool. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Evan. Do you have a boogie?" Our word for mucus.

"No."

"Then stop picking at your nose."

"Okay." He continues to pick.

"Let me see." I tilted his head back and a rock came into view. I panicked and picked at it only to lodge it further inside.

Then logic kicked in. I plugged the other side and told him to snort. Out it flew. A small but intense dialogue followed, outlining what NOT to put in the nose.

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The next day we were playing with Play-Do. (Yes, at times I'm a hands-on mom.) I again noticed preoccupation with the boogie-maker. This time, I cut to the chase and just tilted his head to find a little ball of Play-Do.
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