On the way home from picking up the kids, I needed to make a quick stop at the grocery store to get TWO things. It won’t take long, right? Lucy starts pitching a fit, the likes of which have never been seen this side of the Mississippi. You’d have thought I was dragging her to the gallows instead of to the store. Rowan, however, was not so easily panicked.
Lucy: But I don’t WANT to go to the store!
Rowan: It’s ok Lucy, at the store you can pick your nose. It’s ok. Ok? (nodding to himself) Yeah. You can. Ok?
Me: Rowan, what?!
Rowan: You can pick your nose. It be funny! Ok, Lucy? It make you feel better. Ok?