When my daughter was about two I tried to get creative and find ways
to
keep her from her newest habit, the one where her hand was suspended in
front of her face, dangling by one finger firmly planted in a
nostril. "What do you have in there?" I teased, "Ponies?"
That got a smile which I could still glimpse, hidden as it was behind
the hand, still dangling by that lone finger, digging. Okay, so
subtle didn't work. What next? "Could I have some of that?"
I joked. Always obliging and amazingly generous for a
two-year-old, she removed the finger long enough to offer me what was
on it.
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