hate-hate relationship

Behold! The single most horrific infant torture device ever created. Or at least you'd think that if you were to listen to me try to aspirate Domi's nose with that thing. "It never loses suction!"
I've tried the direct, "this is what I'm doing, and I'm bigger than you so it's going to happen" route, the sneaky "look over there at that awesome toy while I covertly try to inch my way to your nose" method, then finally the "hold it yourself, see it's not so bad, make friends with the nose vacuum, please let me do this for your own good, try to use it" routine. NOTHING works. He sees me coming at him, then twists away with all his little might, and then wails like a banshee until I give up. The worst part is that Daddy says he can't do it, he's afraid he'll stick it up too far and suck out brains. So here is yet ANOTHER torture job that only Mommy will do. Look for me on next year's season of 24. Good thing I have some breast milk goodwill going for me or I'd definitely be the most unpopular girl in the house. But, I think I'm pretty close to spent on my edible capital.