“Matt, please don’t pick your nose.”
I’ve always heard myself say this. Plead, actually. But late last year, I observed something out of ordinary (well, to me) with his nose picking. I observed that dear son usually does more of the nose-picking right before he dozes off to sleep. Well, more often than not.
And after seeing him do it nth times, I was led into conclusion that picking his nose. is. making. good. old. Makiko. sleep. Ain’t that cute? Cool ey? Yikes! But no sooner had I formed the conclusion than I started noticing Matt’s been doing less of it already. So I thought - okay, I must be wrong then.
But last Friday, I was with him during his wanted-to-sleep-but-will-fight-sleep time. You know -kids! They are adorable little creatures who love to torture their mothers refuse to go to sleep even if their lids have dropped to the ground.
So I was having one of those moments with Matt. And then I noticed his cute little pointer slowly reaching for his nose. I wanted to tell him “Please don’t.” Half of me wanted to. But it’s almost noontime and to say that I was a little desperate then was an understatement.
I was thinking about our chocolate-stained floor, a stack of used plates on the sink, a huge mountain of soiled clothings in one corner of our house and piles of clothes to fold and stash, not to mention lunch to prepare. They were all there waiting for me. I couldn’t give Matt a sleeping pill so excuse me, I did what a mother should do. And that is to gently put dear son to sleep.
And what better and simpler way to do that than to pick his nose. Myself.
But there’s no more of that today. I have my dear Houston at home. And I trust that he has lots of tricks up his sleeve. So for now, I can chill and let him do all the works. But we’ll see what happens tomorrow (when he goes back to his workbase).
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