I picked Elliot up from school. His teachers told me he’d been picking his nose so his nose was bleeding. We went into the hallway and Elliot said he had to whisper something to me:
“There’s a bead stuck up my nose.”
“What?”
“There’s a bead stuck up my nose.”
He wouldn’t tell his teachers why he’d been picking his nose. I showed him how to close one nostril and blow it out the other nostril.
