On The Nose Picker

As a parent, you are continually required to think fast and react in some kind of grown-up-ish way. Yet, just when you think you have figured out the best, quick solution, your kid undermines all your confidence. Again.

We had the following incident the other day:

It’s bedtime. I’m trying to read one of those stupid fairy books which should provide me and all other aspiring authors great hope in getting published some day since they made five bazillion series of that drivel-y stuff, and the Kid while lying in bed cannot keep her finger out of her nose. Both fingers, to be exact. Simultaneously.

It was like there was a piece of taffy up there that she wanted.

I have an indiscriminate nose picker for a child. I’m not proud. But that’s where we are.

So she picks and listens. Listens and picks. Finally, after all the stop-that’s andquit-picking-your-nose’s, I grabbed the closest stuffed animal and said, holdthis! With both hands! And don’t stop!

Good idea, right? I was pretty proud of myself right up until I realized the animal I gave her was this:

a unicorn.

Which the Kid proceeded to use as you might suspect.

{This Mom “Fail” was written by Wendy at Let the dog in!  At Let the dog in! Wendy delightfully shares her journey as mother and Pacific Northwestern gal… In her words, “It’s the story of life, our life, every day, all day, let the dog in, let the dog out, let the dog in….and it’s what can be heard shouted around here from every corner of the house — will someone Let The Dog In?!? }

*Picture for the header of this post (the nose-picker) was found on Flickr. Click here to view the original by Brit on Flickr.*