From my conversation with Boo during a hike today. She’d earlier gotten a scratch on her foot.
Cellphone cap of the
window to the soul.“Sometimes I like boo-boos and sometimes I don’t like boo-boos. I like boo-boos because I like the blood. The blood washes the boo-boo out. I want to get a boo-boo.”
Tonight, she picked her nose until it bled — just a little, thank god for small favors — and only on threat of no-Scooby-Doo-for-life would she stop tasting her own blood.
This job makes me feel clueless and fascinated, often at the same time.
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@Dwayne – Creepy indeed. There was a time when I thought I knew my daughter’s mind. Now… I’m lucky to keep up half the time.
@Sugarplumsmom – Or, in our case, the next time I try to convince her to wear long pants when visiting the concrete jungle.
wowza…that’s hilarious. I have a 10 year old cousin and a newborn. We were visiting the family over the Fourth of July and my newborn was scratching at her face. She caught her cheek with a finger nail and started bleeding a little. My 10 year old cousin said, “It’s like she’s mad at herself or something.” Kind of dark, very creepy…she’s on my “cutter to be” watchlist (cousin, not the little one…yet)
Wow… I’ll have to use that washing the boo boo excuse the next time Sugarplum gets hurt. She scraped both knees at pre-school last week falling on the cement.. and boy did she milk it. She’s still trying to say she can’t walk very well. Funny it didn’t slow her down at the water park on Saturday.