Blow your nose

The kids have all had colds recently.

"Dad, I got a runny nose," says L.

I turn around to see two thick streams on her top lip. "Well, get a tissue and blow it then."

F's a bit older so doesn't need the prompting.

C, however, spends the whole day sniffing. "C, blow your nose," we repeat time and time again.

"Alright then," he answers before tottering off sniffing away.

About 9pm last night he wakes up groaning and empties his stomach all over his bed. It's like a scence from Ghostbusters.

Well, that's what you get with a belly full of roast potatoes and snot. BLOW YOUR NOSE.