Playtime

Josiah attempted to engage, innocently enough, in two socially frowned upon pastimes this evening. First, he's been taking an interest in his potty in recent days, and of course I'm all for that! After using it tonight, though, he wanted to play with it — experimenting with how it comes apart, whether he could sit on it upside down, and so forth. Although it was clean and disinfected at that moment, I felt obliged to explain that we don't ordinarily play with toilets...even though they sound like "toy"lets...because invisible things called germs live on them...and...well...hmmm. Not too convincing to a 2-year-old. And then a bit later we had a run in with snot. He's had a runny nose for a few weeks, and he's oddly fantastic about not wiping it on his sleeves. He just calls out, "Mommy! I have snots!" or sometimes even fetches his own tissue. But tonight after I fished a Serious Snot of Significant Size out of a nostril (you know, one of the solid, gummy sorts), and obligatorily displayed it to him for oohing and ahhing, his fingers darted out and he plucked it from the tissue. "Josiah eat it?" he queried. "No, we don't eat snots. They're not for eating," I replied. "Oh. Oh," he said back, nodding matter of factly and rolling it between his fingers. "Snots are just for playing. I play with it." 

(Speaking of that runny nose, we've started a really short run of Prednisone today. Our first doctor visit in months and months, and we're hopeful that he won't sound like he's coughing up a lung much longer. Good news: Doc heard no wheeze, no sign of pneumonia, nothing. Just an intractable cough and a freak, occasional fever that should go away sooner or later. Looking forward to uninterrupted sleep in a day or two if the steroids work!)