Who Said Kids Need to Read?

So tonight I was reading to the kids before bed. We have always been really good about making sure to read to them before bed. For some reason this summer that bedtime ritual has seemed to fall by the wayside. I think maybe it's because the kids have been staying up a lot later and by the time they actually get to bed it's too late to whip out several books and read them. I'm hoping we go back to more of a routine once school starts.

Anyway ... tonight I decided to turn off the cartoons a bit early and actually READ with them. So we are tucked into my bed and I start to read the first selection. I can see out of the corner of my eye Kadin feverishly picking his nose. I realize kids pick their noses ... I get it. I've been a mother for 7 years now ... I've seen my children pick their noses a lot. But he was seriously digging in that little nose ... moving his nostril all around and after every pick the finger went directly into his mouth.

So I nudge him. He gives me a dirty look kind of like ... "hey, what the heck was that for?" So I said to him ... "Kadin, stop picking your nose." I get another dirty look.

Not even a minute later ... again I see Kadin ... finger shoved into his nostril. Digging ... eating ... digging ... completely G R O S S I N G me out. So again I tap him on the leg. This time he gives me a punch in the arm accompanied by some sort of animal sounding whine. Really? This kid is going to sit there and eat his boogers like they are candy and he's going to make an animal sound when I tell him to stop???? It is officially ON.

"Kadin, dude ... you really need to stop digging in your nose. Do you need a kleenex?" I get another dirty look with a whiny "NOOOOAAAAHHH!"

I continue again with the book, really trying my best to ignore the excavating that is occurring beside me. At this point though I can't ignore it. It's almost like he is digging in my own nose ... it just begins to irritate me to the point that I want to grab his finger and dip it in disinfectant.

So as I continue with the story and as I'm reading I give him a poke in the arm followed by the "mother" look ... aka ... you better knock that off right now before I sock you really hard. This time he retaliates by karate chopping me in the leg. I close the book ... "time for bed!"

I should've just let him watch the damn cartoons ...