Nose Picking?!?!

Our Firday started off just like every other day.
I woke up early to get Kaley off to school.
After seeing her safely on the bus I sat down as I do
every Friday, to do my bills.

We had just recently baught a new van and had yet to
transfer the license plates, so I got Trista and Bridget
dressed, woke up Mr. SleepyHead (Trevor) and off to the BMV we went.

While driving through town, Trista, like she always does, named
all of the stores that we passed, while Bridget dozed off,
like always when in her car seat.

We entered the parking lot of the BMV, which happened to be across
the street from a Pool Installion business that had several
pools filled on display. Trista of course insisted that we
go swimmin. When I told her it was too cold to go swimmin,
as she says it, she decided then and there that today
she was going to cop a typical 3 year old attitude when told no.

All went well, or as well as it could with my children running around
the BMV like they hadn't ever been to a public place before.
Luckily it was a pretty slow day and our number was called within 5 minutes of entering.
Now...here's where mommy starts giggling.

I had Trista on my lap and Trevor had Bridget on his.
The lady behind the counter must have looked pretty scary to the girls.
For some reason they were being good, though they stared at the lady
like she had two heads. (I didn't think she looked scary)

I put Trista down and she stood next to me while I wrote out the
check to pay for my new license plates.
By this time the BMV was getting pretty busy and there were
about 15 people waiting for their numbers to be called.

Half way through writing out my check, I heard giggles coming
from several people behind me and Trista was saying, "Mommy,mommy,mommy".
Not looking at her thinking that Trevor would take care of what she wanted,
I said, "Just a minute, Trista."
Behind me, the giggles were getting louder.

I finished writing out the check and handed it to the lady behind
the counter and then turned to Trista to see what all the "Mommying" was about.
To my total embarassment, she had her hand in the air with one finger
held out, and on that finger was (for lack of a better word) a
long string of snot.

Well....I now knew what all the giggling was about.
My precious little daughter had proceeded to pick her nose
in front of several people and pulled out more than she bargained for.
I quickly pulled out a kleenex and wiped her finger off while Trevor
tried as hard as he could not to just burst out laughing
while I looked for the nearest exit.

So....for all of you parents out there.
When your 3 year old is insisting you pay attention to them immediately,
I would suggest that you do. You never know what could be
dangling from a dainty finger.
And we don't even want to know what the reaction would have been
had that dainty little finger made its way to her mouth.


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