Hide and Seek

Rex is many things.

He is adventurous, lively, fun. He's caring, cuddly, and helpful. He can be outgoing, but sometimes he's shy too. He enjoys playing outside, learning new things, and being with his family. He certainly makes the most of his unlimited imagination, however he can also focus mightily on the task at hand. He loves to bake with Grandma, play sports with his dad and brother, garden and build with Papa, wiggle on the floor with his sister, get crafty with me. He is as polite as you'd expect a 5 year old to be without losing any of his playfulness. He embodies an unlimited supply of charismatic charm. He is a very well rounded boy.

Of all the things he is, he is not a nose picker.

Or so we thought.

Lately we've been catching Rex with his finger way up there. We'd tell him to stop, and he would, but not often before earning himself a 'prize'.

So we talked about it. Why it's disgusting, how it can make you and others sick, that it is not polite. He said he'd try his best to stop.

Last night I was cleaning. Went into his room to vacuum. There it was. On the wall. Yuck!

Before I had a chance to bring it up to Rex, I saw another. Behind the TV. Gross!

So I began a search. And discovered one more. Next to his bed. Ugh!

I got Rex. Talked to him, again. We both talked to Turbo, again.

He scrubbed the first two off the wall with soap and water. He complained a bit. I lectured a little.

Then he got to the one next to his bed. He had some trouble finding it. When he did, the little booger looked at me and said, 'Wow, that was a good hiding spot.'