I'm pretty sure nobody wants to turn their kid into a nose picker.
I came home last night and Jordan and Betty were having a fine old time out back. They had the hose out and the little plastic pool was full. Getting doused with water was the only way to be comfortable.
So there was my boy, running around the back deck all nakey nakey with this big booger all hanging out. I thought about seeing if it would just come out on its own with all the splashing in the water. But after a while it was clear that it was hanging on for dear life, and while it didn't seem to be bothering him, it was driving me crazy.
So I reached over and said, "Oh, big boogie!" and pulled it out. I said it like it was something kind of exciting. So he wouldn't fight me the way he fights every blessed time we brush his teeth.
In fact, he was quite interested. "Oh! Boogie!" And we were all very pleased with the outcome.
But I think I've now made the boogies my responsibility.
Because a little later, he came over to me and pointed at his nose and said, "Big boogie!"
Which was true. He did, in fact, have another big boogie. Which I obligingly pulled out.
I think it's getting to be about time to teach my son to pick his own nose.