Every time I see a tissue I insist on having one to blow my nose with. I just scrunch up my nose and mouth and blow out through my nose till mom or dad gets it. Every now and then I get something in the tissue, which is a bonus. Then my parents are very proud of me.
The tissue gets crumpled sorta quickly. I guess I'm not very gentle with it.
Yeah, I guess I'm really not gentle with it. Shredding tissues is almost as fun as blowing into them!
And THROW! Messes are fun.
Although I did try to throw the little pieces away after a while. Mom put the trashcan up out of my reach though. I try to be helpful, but sometimes the trashcan is fun to dump out. There are all sorts of great things in there - pieces of paper, mail, and old tissues. I don't understand why mom doesn't want me to be able to reach it. Maybe she'll explain when I'm older.
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