I swear to all that is white and cotton in my closet, every blessed time we meet up with Erin and her kids, MY kid comes down with an unnerving obsession with her nostrils. She never had any interest in nose goblins until Daphne gleefully demonstrated proper pickin' methods to her.
Last night I sat her on the potty after she'd been playing with Mehitabel's cat food. She was holding a little brown Friskies nugget in her hand, admiring it. I ran out of the room to check on something, and when I returned (in under 14 seconds), the Friskies nugget was gone. I popped a squat next to the childypants and asked, "What happened to the kittycat food?"
Childypants grinned and told me, "It's in my nose."
So, we've survived our first Piper nose-jam incident. I gently plugged one of her nostrils and told her to blow. She did, and with great force, expelled the nugget across the room. She laughed like a child in a Tickle-Me-Elmo factory.
Tonight, when I tucked her in bed, I could feel her wiggling around in the dark next to me. I assumed she was probably doing a little fishing expedition, but didn't want to make a big deal about it, because that's how *I* became neurotic. I learned that she was, indeed, doing a little fishing when she wiped the booger on my bare arm.
Again, Hoorah the joys of TWO.