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Just don't do it in public...

So today, as I was grilling the kids about their first day back to school, K. informed me that he'd gotten a bloody nose. Knowing my somewhat socially challenged 10 year old, I had to ask,

"Were you picking it or something?"
His response?
"Um, well, I can't really remember..."
(We all know what that means, don't we?)

So E. pops up with
"Ms. R. told me I can't do that."

Oh dear. Was he picking his nose on the first day? (Not that I should be surprised, since his 10 year old brother apparently still does...)

So I ask, "Did Ms. R. say there was a rule about not picking your nose?"
"Yeah."
Again, I have to know. "Were you picking your nose, so she said something to you about it?"
"No. I picked it, but it was before she made the rule and she didn't see it."

So there you go. It's reassuring that their normal routines haven't been upset in anyway by going back to school.

Maybe tomorrow someone will actually learn something.
A mother can at least hope.

Comments

  1. Anonymous12:53 AM

    Well ya know, it's very important that a person's nasal passage is not clogged. We want the the person to have unimpeded airflow. I think it's a sign of your children's giftedness that they are taking care of this problem. When I was a kid, people told me to use a kleenex. Hah! Have you ever noticed that kleenex are soft and floppy and totally ineffective as a nasal extractor tool. And I KNOW that you have taken photos to document this intelligent behavior for posterity. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Oh Jan - I love all your nursely wisdom... it's great to see you posting comments - makes my day!

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  3. Anonymous9:14 AM

    They couldn't have inherited that trait from "my children!" could they ?
    Mom

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  4. Oh, Kelly. I was trying to be kind and avoid the whole nose picking confession. You know, just let it lie and we'll pretend you never said it... because heaven knows, I don't pick my nose...

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  5. Anonymous1:50 PM

    Thanks guys - my 3rd grade son MACK has been homeschooled the last two years.....he picked his nose yesterday morning (And ate it) "for the last time ever" he told his siblings.....He also informed the teacher that he doesn't tie his shoes yet because "mom forgot to teach me"....I guess that Logan has been tying them the last year....opps! Cheers to honesty.....and I can't stop picking my nose in the car...I've tried.

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  6. I can't believe a post about picking your nose has warranted so many comments... I LOVE IT!!!

    Corey - do you find, living away from the dampness of the coast that your boogers are nice and dry now? It makes nose picking so much more pleasant and concise.

    As far as tying shoes, E. is never going to learn, because I'm never going to buy him shoes with laces. Why bother when there are all those groovy zipper and velcro and slip-on tennies? I don't own but one pair of tie shoes, and I'll bet he could go his whole life with nary a pair.

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