Since then I've repeatedly asked him, "What's the only thing that should go up your nose?" To which he replies, "My finger."
He still can't blow his nose. Hubby thinks that if he could, we wouldn't have needed the tweezers. And let me tell you, it wasn't pretty. He didn't like the feeling of tweezers up the nose.
I didn't have any tweezers and wasn't sure that we could find any (b.c of the security crackdown since 9/11.) But, the Lord provided a sweet mother of four to give us her tweezers to extract the wayward gold booger. She didn't want them back. Can't imagine why.
We landed in Phoenix at 9pm local time (which was midnight on the body clock.) Mr. Intensity fell asleep during the descent - and not a minute earlier, mind you. He was in such a deep sleep we couldn't wake him and had to carry him through the airport.
We just laid him on the floor in the baggage claim area. He never woke up
...except at 5:00 this morning (ugh) to tell us he wanted his pajamas - but thankfully we were able to convince him to go back to bed (which never happens). He slept till 6:30.
It's 9am, 91 degrees, and the boys are swimming. It's good to be HOME!!!