Wednesday, September 23, 2009

We Have A Picker...

Nose Picker, that is...

This may be too gross for public knowledge - and may be crossing the line of what should be kept private - but it is a part of James right now - much to my dismay - and as such should be recorded for posterity (and blackmail later when he's being an indignant teenager.)
Yep, we have a nose picker.

He thinks it's hysterical to have his finger up his nose. All. The. Time.
We threaten Time Out. He picks. We threaten to take away toys. He picks.
I've been advised to swab his nose with neosporin to try to deter his fingers from groping.
We may need to try.
Sigh - life with little boys - I can't wait to see what comes next...

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