My son is in a nose picking stage.
Um, I mean the picking….
…and eating it stage.
We tell him that it is gross.
We tell him that it is bad manners.
We tell him lots of reasons why he shouldn’t do it.
He tells us one reason he should do it –
He likes it.
Last night as I tried to woo him back to sleep at 4am I watched him pick and eat three times as he settled into his bed.
And I wrote a poem about it.
And I titled it:
Nose Candy
I do it cuz I like it
Because the taste is good
I don’t care that they tell me no
because I know I should
I think the taste is yummy
So I just ignore their “no”s
cuz they don’t have my tummy
or the treasures from my nose
If ever I am hungry
And need a little bite
I just go up exploring
in the nostril on the right
It’s not cuz I’m disgusting
Or cuz the “ewws” fill me with joy
It’s just I like my nose candy
and of course, I am a boy
So the next time that you see me pick
It would be best to turn away
Cuz I’m committed to the process:
Pick then Eat It is the way!
Oh and just cuz I think it’s funny : click here. I may have to get this. Or this one (for men in my life).