Mags: TUCK, STOP THAT! IT'S SO GROSS!"
Mags: "You are PICKING your nose. Mama, Tuck needs a wet wipe, he just had his FINGER up his NOSE!"
Me: "Tuck, honey. We've talked about this. If you have a booger, let me know and I'll get you a tissue. Mags, my purse is in the seat next to you. Please find a wipe in my purse."
Tuck: "Mags I don't need it. I just ate it."
Mags: "Are you KIDDING ME? I'm gonna puke. Tuck, you just ate DIRT. DIRT from your NOSE wrapped in BOOGERS."
Tuck: "Yep. Deeeeelicious!" (insert maniacal laugh)
It just so happened that the song Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah was on in the car at the time. I took the opportunity to ad-lib the words to best suit the situation. Feel free to use it with your little nose picker. Happy Friday!
Why oh why do you pick it today?
Plenty of tissues heading your way.
Put your finger on your shoulder.
Or you'll get sick, it's actual
You won't feel so satisfactual.
Fight the feeling, fight it today.
I found this gem at The Teacher Wife blog.