Green snot is my nemesis. Specifically, the discolored nasal discharge of others brings me to my knees.
It used to be that I could avoid anything related to the nose of others. Of course, that was before I had children. Now, from October through March, at least one of my children has a runny nose at any given time. As much as I’d like to ignore those little noses until Daddy gets home, I obviously shouldn’t.
Just the other day, I noticed my son needed a tissue. I grabbed one and asked him to blow. He blew as hard as he could and I nearly jumped. The most awful noise accompanied his blow. I didn’t realize a 3-year-old could blow with such force. It turns out he can’t.
As I held the tissue, my son decided to blow a raspberry in addition to blowing his nose. The result was quite impressive. Once I realized what he was doing, I had to laugh. Leave it to a child to make something as disgusting as snot funny. It was a bit reminiscent of changing a baby’s blowout as the baby smiles and coos oblivious to the fact that the only thing between you and human excrement is a measly wipe.
Today I find myself thankful that my children can make me laugh at the strangest times. It’s hard to gag when you’re laughing.