Like a lot of 3-year-olds, my son spends a fair amount of time with his finger up his nose. His day care lady often asks, "Are you digging for gold?"
At breakfast the other morning, my husband asked him nicely to stop picking his nose.
He kept at it.
Then I asked him to quit it.
"You could hurt yourself!" Daddy told him. This got his attention.
"How?" he asked.
"Well, you could make your nose bleed!" Dad explained.
He scrunched up his nose. "Bees? In my nose?"
I laughed. "No honey, not bees. It'll bleed. Your nose will bleed."
He thought about this for a minute.
"Oh," he finally nods, sagely. "Beetles."
We just shook our heads. I guess we'll see if the idea of beetles in his nose makes him dig up there less or more.
6 months ago