Poor Oscar has a cold. His nose is a leaky faucet with a continual trail of snot snaking down into his mouth. He turns away from approaching tissues, preferring to use my trousers as his handkerchief. And as for aspirators! He screams and squirms when I try to use a bulb aspirator to suck the goo from his nose.
Still, besides his snotty nose, he is full of beans and continues his busy exploration of all the dangerous items of the flat.
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