Snot happens.... A lot in our house. It's flu season, I have 5 young children and I'm a doctor. I meet germs everywhere , I bring them home. And so do my kids. So it is predictable, and all makes perfect sense . But it is still quite a sight, the amount of snot that 7 sick bodies are able to generate... What makes even more perfect sense is how easily that word rolls off my tongue. It is a word which, in my previous high-heeled before-5-kids life , I would have been mortified to publicly speak. Never snot, but it's more socially-acceptable cousin, mucous. Now, veteran that I am, I unashamedly tell it like it is, it's snot. And there is no one who wears it quite as elegantly as our MiniMan, our snot-box delight of 2-and-a-half years. Cuddles with MiniMan are always worth the tell-tale snot-trails they leave behind. Unless you are EdeeBee. "Eeeeeuuywww, Mum, he's got snotttt!" There is genuine panic on her 5yo face. All fixed by
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