Today I had a longwinded conversation with Ben about boogers. Our lengthy chats are usually reserved for Batman or Captain America or poop, but today it was boogers. Ben found a pea-sized piece of blue Play-Doh on the carpet and decided that it was a booger. Then began the questions that typically come from three-year-olds:
“Why is it a booger?” he asked.
“It’s not a booger, buddy – it’s Play-Doh,” I replied.
“What color is it?”
“It’s blue. You know that color!”
“Can I put it in my nose?”
“No, let’s not put Play-Doh in your-”
Yep. Up the nose. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as the time my younger brother Eric stuffed a cylindrical Lego up his nose. That required an emergency room visit. This incident just required some unpleasant (for both of us) “booger” harvesting using my fingers.