When I was a little girl, my Uncle John would pretend to "pull my nose off". He would show me his thumb between his other fingers and say "Whitney, I got your nose." I would scream and cry, I was/am very dramatic, and beg for my nose to be returned. He would laugh and laugh which would send me to my daddy begging for help. Finally Uncle John would return my nose and to help ease the tears he would give me some orange TicTacs....my favorite.
Today as I was putting Parker's naptime diaper on, I pretended to get his nose. He looked at me like I had a mental problem as I held my thumb between my fingers saying "Parker, I got your nose." No screaming or yelling or begging here. Parker stuck his little finger straight up his nose, pulled out a wet finger and said
"Glue"
"Nose"
"Stuck"
Then he quickly pointed to my thumb and said
"Phlinger"
What do you do with that?
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