Filed under: Misc. Humor, Parenting | Tags: children, colds, family, flu, germ, health, humor, kids, mom, parenting, parents, subourbonmom
In honor of cold and flu season, and the wonderful children with green noses and slimy sleeves that learn to share their germs before they learn to share anything else, ‘m putting aside my box of tissues and NyQuil to impart this sage advice:
Cover Your Katchoo!
I have a cold.
I’ve got a runny nose, achy toes,
And a fever, so I’m told.
I know how I got it, too.
Someone didn’t cover their Katchoo.
I remember sitting next to Tommy
(he’s the kid who always wants his Mommy).
When all the sudden, he took a deep breath—
Ahh—ahhh-ahhh-…..Katchoo!
And do you know what?
My arm was covered in goo!
My teacher made me wash it all off.
But not before Annie started to sneeze and cough.
I ran to the sink and scraped and scrubbed.
I made patterns of bubbles while I rubbed.
I thought maybe I’d gotten off germ-free.
But yesterday I started to –achoo!—sneeze.
My nose filled up and my head started to hurt.
My forehead got hot, but my cough was the worst.
It started up here, in my chest, and it wasn’t so bad.
But the next day it came up from my toes,
So I called for my dad.
“Dad!” I said, “How did I get so sick?
I did what the teacher said, but I still feel like ick.”
Dad looked at me and scratched his head.
He sat next to me on the bed and said,
“I feel bad for you, I really do.
It looks like someone didn’t cover their Katchoo!”
Copyright 2013 Subourbonmom
Filed under: Parenting | Tags: boogers, children, education, family, humor, kids, Middle-Age, mom, nose, south, southern, subourbonmom, talking with kids, teenagers humor, teens
For years I’ve been secure in the knowledge that the days of awkward, existential questions from my kids were over. No more sitting at a stoplight in the minivan while a high-pitched voice asks from the backseat, “Mommy, do angels sleep?” Or, “Does Heaven look different then here?”
I was safe in the anticipation that with the onset of the teenage years, our conversations would digress from angels and God to the 4 D’s: Drinking, Driving, Drugs and Dating. I was ready to partake in Teachable Moments, to share my values and offer advice gleaned from decades of experience.
But clearly, my daughter is not.
The following is an actual conversation I had in the car with Daughter #2…
Daughter #2: “Does your nose get used to the smell of your boogers so you don’t smell them?”
Me: “They don’t smell.” Now I’m secretly trying to see if I have any in my nose, and if they do in fact, smell…I never really thought about it before…
Daughter #2: “How do you know? If your nose is used to them, you wouldn’t know if they smelled or not.”
Me: “I know because if they smelled, I would be able to smell yours, or anybody else’s.” Ugh–horrible visual of me noticing a strange scent, wafting over from someone else’s nose…
Daughter #2: “But what if all boogers smelled the same? Then you wouldn’t know if your nose got used to them or not.”
Yep, actual, recent conversation.
I’m pretty sure that eventually, those normal mom/teen conversations will happen, but probably not for a long time.
And I’m ok with that.
But you’re trying to see if you can smell them, aren’t you?
Subourbon Mom 