The other night I was trying (unsuccessfully) to put Jessica Anne to sleep (2.5 years old), laying next to her on my bed.
As I pretended to be alseep (hoping she’d take a hint) she took her index finger, placed it ever so gently in my nostril and whisperd “Daddy, that’s where boogers come from!”
Luckily I was “booger free” at the time, but that little moment will stay with me for a long time.
