I pick my dog’s eye boogers, I pick my cats’ eye boogers, I pick my kids’ eye AND nose boogers, and I’ve even picked a few of my own, though this is a rarity. And apparently, I’m good at what I do.
Very early this morning, I heard Rogan calling for me. It was way too early for him to get up, but I went in to check on him and and to shoosh him back to sleep. When I got there he was whimpering and I asked him what was wrong. He simply pointed to his nose and grunted. After a quick check of the nostrils, I determined, with my infinite Mommy wisdom, that I was needed to pick a booger. I successfully extracted a winner and sent Rogan back to sleep.
Another victory for the booger picker known as Mom!