I’m writing Webster’s. I’ve got the perfect picture for lollygaging. It’s my older daughter. In the mornings, she dawdles before breakfast, after breakfast and as we’re walking out to the van. In the evenings, it’s sitting on the toilet for 20 minutes before she takes a bath. (I must admit, she does use the toilet. And she has a little bit of me in her in that the bathroom is where I do my best reading).
After bath, she dawdles brushing her teeth (she sings); she dawdles putting on her night clothes (she sings and plays with toys), and she dawdles getting into bed (she’s picking out books, and singing).
And after we read and turn out the light, about thirty percent of the time she pops up, grabs a tissue and begins an agonizing ten minutes of nose picking. I kid you not, she picks her nose for five to ten minutes. Sometimes she licks her fingers after she’s done (and naturally gets chastised by me. Yuck!)
Tonight was extra special for me. After watching her perform her nose-mining, she flicks the tissue into my face and says, “I’m done.”
God help me.