Last night as I was putting AK to bed, the oven started beeping - the brownies were done.
I put her in her crib, promising to return after taking care of business in the kitchen.
When I got back she looked at me sweetly, "Mommy, I'm picking my nose."
What she meant was, "Mommy, I am picking the scab on my nose that you have been yelling at me not to touch for a month."
I asked if she wanted to put a Band-Aid on it. "No!"
I tried a new tack, "Okay, how about Mommy puts a Band-Aid on your nose and you put a Band-Aid on Mommy's nose?"
She was all in. And the Band-Aid stayed on my nose for about a minute. Which was 15 seconds longer than it was on her nose.
And she went back to taunting me by picking at the scab. No matter how I tried to distract her, cajole her, forcibly restrain her...nothing worked.
Exasperated, I yelled out, "AK! If you don't stop I am going to leave!"
"Mommy, leave. Leave, Mommy."
And I left.
This morning the Hoos busted out the liquid bandage. Lord, I hope it works.