The other day while Tate was sitting in his carseat, I turned around in the car and noticed he was picking his nose...this is the converstation that was had:
Me: Tate, stop picking your nose!
Tate: (with his finger DEEP in his nose) I almost got it, Mommy!
Me: Tate, that's yucky, stop picking your nose.
Tate: (he pulls his finger out with "the prize" sticking to the end of it) See Mommy, I got it.
Before I had time to say anything...
Tate: (Tate flicks it onto the floor and appears to be very proud for doing so) See Mommy, I throw it on the floor now!
I have no idea where he learned this. Gross.
4 comments:
I MIGHT have an idea. We are just happy that it doesn't go in his mouth! "Pick" your battles!
You got one thing right.... GROSS!!!!!!!! I could live without this conversation! YUCK!!!!!!!
Funny. We have a nose picker too. I am constantly saying "don't pick your nose." The concept of a kleenex is completely foreign to him!
LOL!! Gross but funny!
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