Becky often hands me crumbs and bits of paper that she finds on the floor (I’m afraid the child longs for a cleaner house than I am capable of providing), so I didn’t think twice this afternoon when she thrust her little hand into mine. I didn’t even look to see what she had deposited into my palm.
“What is it?†I asked mindlessly.
“A booga†she replied.
“A what?†I asked, finally looking down. There, in my hand, lay a large greenish gob. Indeed, she had named it correctly. A booger.
“Oh…thank you†was my stuttered response. What else could I say?
At least she didn’t flick it.
Or eat it.
I found a big “booga” on the wall, just shoulder height with a certain little one in my home. 😀