When I cook or go to the grocery store I like to make the munchkin smell the various ingredients, especially herbs and spices. So there we were at the grocery store yesterday doing some weekend grocery shopping. She is comfortably seated in the shopping cart. I pick out a nice bunch of mint and stuck it in her face. “Smell!”, I said. She knows what to do now and took in a nice big lungful of the fresh, icy herb. Her eyes light up at the experience and she picks off half a leaf from the bunch. “Not exactly clean, but what’s the harm”, I ask myself.
Fast forward to the pasta aisle: I’m deep in thought on which of fusilli or farfalle would be best suited to my next batch of pasta. I hear a toddler-pitched sneeze. “Bless You”, I say. Then another. “Bless You.” Then another. “Aww, you’re having your first sneeze attack,” I coo. My wife saunters over from another aisle to the sound of another sneeze. Nothing seems wrong with the kid. “She’s sneezing. It’s cute,” I point out. My wife looks unconvinced.
I turn my attention back to the question when I hear another sneeze followed by “Papa, what’s this?” from my wife. I look back over to my two-year old sitting in the shopping cart. She looks a surprised and bewildered; my wife looks incredulous.
There’s a long trail of snot down my child’s nose and upper lip, with half leaf of mint hanging on the end.