picking my nose

you can pick your nose
and you can pick your friends
but you can't pick your friend's nose.
- heard on the rough streets of the daycare playground.


Today's my day off, so instead of entertaining the three lovely ladies at day care (straight up pimpin' it) I'm chilling at home with dad.

Dad noticed these two gargantuan boogers up my nose which had kind of hardened (and that's why when he brushes my nose I cry) and you know how it is when you have a hard and possibly sharp booger up your nose.

He's spent the last half hour trying to get boogers out. But to no avail. Boogers 2, dad -1, I gave him a nasty scratch when he tried to get it out.

Later during the day I managed to get one of them out, by rubbing it on dad's shirt. He noticed the little greenish brown present I left him later in the afternoon.

Mom and dad took me to ramen tonight for their dinner, it seemed yummy, but still to no avail, I have not yet tasted it.
Then we went to a book store and dad read to me while they picked out some presents.

I really like being out on the town.