so i wrote my post about baxy last night and was sitting at my sewing desk, tears rolling down my face, shamelessly allowing myself to feel the full loss of my doggie when i hear mae's voice calling out "mama? mama!" rather insistently. i wiped my tears away and went into her dark room to see her in bed with her little hand held out, as she does when she has something she wants me to take away, usually a crumb she has found or a bit of fluff or, most annoyingly, especially in the dark, a hair. i take her hand and am trying to find whatever it is she is trying to give me and the following dialogue occurs:
me: what is it, maesey? have you found a bit of fluff? (all gentle and patient concern)
mae: no. no fuff. boo. (nods head encouragingly)
me: boo? ... (mind ticking through all of her words) ... you mean BOOGERS? (alarmed, very alarmed.)
mae: yesh! yesh! boo! (more nodding, quite pleased with herself.)
at which point i burst out laughing, dropped her hand like a hot potato, grabbed for the wet wipes and told her off for picking her nose. there's just no time for tears when you have to try and grab snot off of a two year old's hand in the dark.