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For discerning as well as safe personal grooming, Panasonic uses a rotary knife corner system with circular knife corner action, that effectively trims along a inside of a nose wall. A special guide comb around a knife corner is designed to forestall a skin from being touched by a blades, as well as guide a hair uniformly into a slicing edge. Operates upon one AA battery (not included). Easy to purify underneath running water, as well as a stainless steel knife corner assembly can be washed.

Features

• Safety cutting system
• Compact design
• Cordless convenience
• Easy cleaning
• One year limited warranty

(You might not like this post.  It’s about noses, and the stuff that comes out of noses.  This is your fair warning.)

First of all — and I promise this is NOT the point of the post, but it still needs to be said — if one has a nose hair that sticks out more than just a little bit from the nostril, it NEEDS to be taken care of.  Pluck it, use a nose hair trimmer, ask a friend to help you with it, whatever.  Do something about it.  It’s creepy.

Thanks.  Now, on to the point(s) of the post.  KID nose stuff.

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PART 1 – TOBY AND HIS NOSE

Helping a boy get into the habit of using tissues instead of fingers can be challenging.  After all, he’s a boy.  But we try…

The following takes place while driving to Club MMA last night.  It started when I observed The Tobe with a finger inserted into his nose.

Me: Buddy, if you need a tissue, you should tell me.

Tobe: It’s ok.  I’m just picking my nose.

Me: (grabbing a truck napkin to wipe his nose)

(5 min later)

Me: TOBE! Don’t wipe it on your shirt!

Tobe: But I always pick my nose. Sometimes I wipe it in my pocket. And sometimes I wipe it in the carpet, but then I cover it up with carpet so nobody can see it.**

Me: (Extended silence… totally unsure of how to comment on this…)

Me: Who taught you that?

Me: (Please oh please don’t say “YOU, ALRIGHT? I LEARNED IT FROM WATCHING YOU!” followed by a narrator’s voice-over of “Fathers who pick their nose have children who pick their nose…”)

Tobe: Well… Nobody did.

Me: (Relieved silence.)

**It should be noted that, at this moment, the pants he was wearing did not have pockets, nor could he reach any carpet. So, he must have assumed that picking his nose was a necessity, even though his normal “go to” places weren’t wiping options. Regretfully, I feel his pain.

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PART 2 – AIMEE AND HER NOSE

Once I set Aimee in her bed at night, my official policy is to not pick her up again (unless absolutely necessary). I will, in an attempt to calm her down, kneel next to the crib and give her a hug. Sometimes this cuddle time is necessary for her.

Last night was one of those nights. I set her down, she cried and screamed for a couple minutes, I realized I needed to give her some help calming down, knelt down, draped my arms over the rail. She wrapped her arms around my neck, laid her head on my shoulder, and instantly fell asleep. Standing up. Laying on me.

I wondered how I’d escape this position. A minute later, as soon as I moved even a little bit, she calmly woke and stared at me. As has become bedtime custom, I kissed her on both cheeks and then on the nose.

I didn’t realize she had snotted all over herself.

It didn’t really even matter. I wiped myself off and told her I loved her.

Even covered in snot.

And I meant it.

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