The Gibbon's new favorite book is called Oops! by Alan Katz. We've read it cover to cover several times in the last few days. We're at the point where the little one knows most of the words throughout the book. The book is filled with silly poetry, and is geared at kids age 7-10. And, after this weekend, I can see why.
We're sitting at my parents' kitchen table when the Gibbon leans over to me and asks if he can "do the pick and flick thing?" Since I didn't quite catch what was said at first, I shook my head yes, and by the time I realized, it was too late.
An ice cream cone, your lips, a pop are all things that you lick. If you see something green fly by, watch out--I pick and flick.
In horror, I watched my sweet little boy pretend to dig into his nose, then proceed to flick a pretend booger at my sister. I wanted to climb under the table, even though everyone else got a good laugh.
The two things I'm glad of: 1. We were only at my parents and 2. He only used pretend actions. I think I would have died if he really picked his nose and tried to fling a booger at someone. Oh the joy of boys.