Boogers vs. Silkworms

On Saturday evening, I drove Đán and his cousin (same age) home after their Taekwondo’s class. I let them watched Curious George. At a red light, I peeped at them from the mirror. While Đán glued to the TV, his cousin turned away from him, put his finger up his nose, sucked the finger, and repeated rapidly. He definitely knew what he was doing; therefore, he tried to hide it from us.

I didn’t know whether I should let him know or let it go. Two years ago, he did it without hiding while I was driving and I told him nicely not to do that. For a while, I thought he stopped, but apparently he has not. He doesn’t do it in the open, but he does it when he thinks no one is watching. I decided not to say anything and just let him have his moment. I am sure he will grow out of it.

At dinner last night, his grandma (my mother-in-law) gave him a silkworm to tried. He tried it, liked it, and asked for more. She told him that if he like it he can ask his mom to make it for him. As he popped another one into his mouth, Đạo told him it was a silkworm and he freaked out. His face got red and he went to the bathroom trying to spit it out. He didn’t want to finish his rice with grilled pork. I thought to myself, “Dude, you ate your boogers yesterday. Silkworms aren’t as gross.” Then again, Đạo’s friends freaked out when he brought silkworms to school for lunch.

It was clearly a psychological effect. He was enjoying the silkworms until he knew they were “worms.”

Bonjour Vietnam