Where Boogers Come From

Last night we were sitting in a pew, waiting for the preschool Christmas program to begin, when Lillie, age five, turned to me and stuck out her finger. On it was a, to put it indelicately, booger.

"I found it," she said.

Oh, horrors. This is someone ELSE'S booger? What did she do, wipe it off the pew in front of us? Eew and yick.

I rummaged for a tissue. "Uh, where did you find it, honey?"

Lillie pointed to her nose.

Oh. Okay.