Let it never be said that there is no difference between boys and girls. Today’s quote is perhaps more about the incident than what was said. But it does suggest that perhaps the title of my Thursday series ought to be changed to Out of the Noses of Babes. Here’s why…
Of course it had to happen in front of the produce. I’ve already had a run-in with somebody in the produce section regarding the choking habits of my eldest. And now, right before my eyes, one of the biggest boogers on record accidentally shoots out of my 6-year-old son’s nostril onto the floor in front of the grapes display. I saw the whole thing, as if it happened in slow motion. All he did was sniffle in and then out a little too forcibly. He wasn’t trying to shoot anything. But that snot rocket, as much a surprise to him as anyone, embarked onto an impressive trajectory that sent it flying in an arc pattern before depositing onto the floor in front of him. He looked down and then at me and then down again before saying:
“Mommy, I need to get a tissue. I have to wipe up a booger that just fell out of my nose.”
The plastic bag already in my hand – the one that was intended for the organic Gala apples – would have to do.
I apologize. I did the best I could do, but I can’t guarantee that I got it all. Step cautiously if you’re at Fry’s on Dobson and Ray in the coming days.