My kids are all snotting. Not snotty. But snotting.
Ruth has been enjoying her new game of sneaking up on mommy, giving a sweet hug and quickly wiping her nose on mommy's shirt or skirt. Because of this, she looks rather normal, and I run when I see her coming.
Rebecca looks a little less spiffy. She uses a more reliable object for a hankie. Her shirt. And not that often. Her face is slimey and her shirt is crusty.
The youngest is the saddest sight. Her prefered method for snot removal is to mash her hair around until the biggest globs are collected by the strands hanging in her face. Now the hair is spiking on the top of her head with dubious looking kebobbs attached to the spikes. The skin of her face has that peculure tight shiney look. And she comes up with her lips in a purse expecting a kiss. Who can refuse? I CAN! Horrors.