{ Moco. The Story. The Tiff. }

T he word "Moco" stands for Buger in Spanish. A BIG FAT one, too! LOL Now that we're parents, that word comes up all the time. I mean, DUH! We have a baby, right? What do babies have in and coming out of their noses all the time? Duh! Yeah. Mocos! Bugers. All the time. No matter how much you clean them, they keep coming back. And sometimes, you can't obsess about them too much precisely because of that fact. PLUS, a lot of the time they're way up there and you can't reach it so you just gotta let them be. If it don't bother the kid and it don't bother you, it's all good.

[hidepost]Too bad I have a hubby who hates buggies on children.

[Scene: Ana finished cooking dinner. Calls to Hubby, "Dinner's Ready!" who's with Sofia in the bedroom. Hunting down mocos.]
Ana hears from a distance:
Joe: One... two... three.... [insert moco sucker thingy magingy sound here]
Sofia: [babbles in between]
Joe: One... two...three! [insert sound of moco sucker thingy magingy here] [again]
Ana: [calls again] Joe... dinner's READY...
Joe: [calls back] Ok..! Comingggggg... [Goes back to] One...two...three...! I'm gonna get that boogie! [insert sound of moco sucker thingy magingy here] [again.]
Sofia: [babbles in between]
Ana: [calls out] Babe, she's fine. Leave her moco alone. You can't reach it. It'll come out on it's own when I give her a shower...
Joe: One... two...threeeeeeeee.... [insert sound of moco sucker thingy magingy here] [again]
Ana: [exhales and mumbles] I give up. [serves her own plate]
Joe: [finally comes out with Sofia into Kitchen]
Ana: [looks at Hubby] Leave it alone. She's FINEeeeeee...
Joe: But she's got a big FAT moco in her nose. She can't breathe!
Ana: [tries really hard not to laugh. I mean, come on! She wouldn't be alive if she couldn't breathe!] Babe, you're obsessed. She's fine. It's not bothering her. Sit down and eat already. Sheesh...
Joe: Why you all mad?
Ana: I'm NOT mad. I just told you to leave her moco alone because you can't reach it and she's getting fussy. She'll be fine. You're just obsessed.
Joe: But you don't understand. It's blocking her whole nostril.
Ana: Babe, she's fine!

I could keep going and going on about how this conversation ended. It was soooooo damn silly. Seriously. We both got upset. Didn't speak a word throughout dinner and Sofia? Happy as can be. With her MOCO and all.
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ps. I was able to get it out after all. Mocos have a mind of their own. I'm convinced of this. And Mommy and Daddy made up. The End.