I Saw Grandpa Picking His Nose.
My great grandaughter has been living in St. Louis for a while with her Dad, but she just recently returned to Hilton Head Island to live with her grandmother. We are glad to have her back, but I don't get to see her that often. She's very observant and is a real
blabbermouth. She tells everything. She told my daughter recently, "I saw Grandpa picking his nose."
My daughter asked her what I did with the boogers. She said, "Sometimes if they are big, he feeds them to the dog. The dog
seems to love them. Other times he picks one side of his nose, then if he has no place to put it, he sticks it in the vacant side. It is
so sick and disgusting."
My daughter wanted to know if I ever flicked them or stuck them anywhere. But I was not quilty.
I confronted Ellie why she was telling stuff like this. She said it was what girls do.
I asked her why she said I picked my nose. I also pick apples, blackberries, blueberries, strawberries...but she never tells that, She said they don;t come out of my nose.
I tried to convince her that we had two "picking" fingers just for getting boogers...that was what God gave us those fingers for. But she wasn't buying .it,
I asked her why she said I picked my nose. I also pick apples, blackberries, blueberries, strawberries...but she never tells that, She said they don;t come out of my nose.
I tried to convince her that we had two "picking" fingers just for getting boogers...that was what God gave us those fingers for. But she wasn't buying .it,
She said he hade the so called "Picking" fingers to keep your place while reading and to paint so they look pretty.
I doubt that I will be able to stop after all these years. Unless she starts smacking my hands. Then I might have to flick the boogers at her, sweet as she is.
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