Why?

What is it about being a mother that makes us think it is okay to stick our fingers, the same ones that we eat with, up our child's nose to try to get a booger out? It's like, the minute the kid pops out, you lose part of your gross-out reflex. I say part of because I know I still have lot that I get grossed out about. But boogers, seem to be fine. I liken it to when you see one of those Survivorman types on some show trying to fish in a stream using only their bare hands. You start out slow and then before the child can figure out what is about to happen, you snap out and try to grab it. But kids are smarter then we think, and apparently my reflexes are not quite so cat-like as previous though, and the kid usually can turn their head at the last second. Which then usually ends with you grazing the side of their face and the look of astonishment as they look at you like, "why was my mom just trying to punch me in the face?" Even funnier is that it really used to gross me out when my husband would go on "boogie patrol" with my tweezers. Yes, my tweezers that I use to pluck stray hairs with not eat with. I had to buy him his own set of boogie tweezers, which is another post altogether, but as you can imagine, it is much like the game 'Operation.' I'm probably jinxing myself, but we have yet to deal with a real vomit incident. I imagine I will not be diving right in to that with the same abandon I have with boogers. I'll keep you posted...