Kids Choice Kidlit Contest -- Entry is here!

Well, if you've been here before, you KNOW how I feel about contests.  I love the challenge, the competition, the fun, the comradery, the growth, and so much more.  You also know how I feel about Kailei Pew.  She was one of my first writerly Twitter friends, and really was helpful in showing me the ropes when I started my serious writing journey a couple years ago.  So when Kailei posted this amazing one-of-a-kind contest where the judges are -- KIDS?!  (Imagine that!!  Go figure. . .Kids judging a contest where people like me write for kids, like them.) It might seem like a no-brainer, but it took a brain like Kailei's . . .and here we are!  The first Kids Choice Kidlit Contest!  200 words. Kid-friendly.  PB, MG, or YA.  You can read more about her brilliance here:   https://www.kaileipewbooks.com/post/the-1st-annual-kids-choice-kidlit-writing-contest-is-open  

So, I dug up a manuscript that I thought was a pretty funny idea.  I had done some work with it, but  had set it aside in frustration.  But this. . . this might be just the time, and just the place, for UP YOUR NOSE.  We'll see what you think.  And most importantly, what the kids think, because this is my entry for the Kids Choice Kidlit Contest.

UP YOUR NOSE!

Ed had a big problem. He couldn’t stop picking his nose! 
 
Boogers! Loogeys! Slime! While drawing, Ed felt something in his nose, but it didn’t feel like regular bogeys. He pressed, pulled, wiggled. . .  After 19 tries, “Kaphooey”
 . . . out came a crayon! How. . .?!  It was covered in slime. He threw it away.

When Ed was picking and flicking, and racing loop de loops, something felt strange--What now? He pressed, pulled, wiggled . . . After 49 tries, he trumpeted. . . out came his toy car!? He couldn’t throw away his favorite car (even if it was covered with snot!) He cleaned it and stuck it in his pocket.

Ed was watching TV, eating gummy worms, and mining for nose nuggets.  A tingly sensation. He pressed, pulled, wiggled . . . After 94 tries, he honked! The remote control?!  
 What happened to my cartoons?

Ed was digging for gold while playing in the sand pile, and something felt odd. He pressed, pulled, wiggled. After 149 tries, he bellowed . . . out came . . . a dump truck?!?  
It didn’t come out easy. He felt a bit sick. Ouch!  That really hurt!

“I’m not sticking my fingers up there any more. Who knows what you’ll find up your nose?!”
[page covered with odd objects]

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