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The kids are more and more entertaining every day. The latest conversation with Reagan, now four, went something like this:

"Dad, what is this?"
"What?" I replied.
"This...What is this?" she said holding up her right hand with her index finger and thumb extended, like she was making a gun. There was something on the tip of her finger. It looked like part of a squashed pea or some other abused food stuff.
"I don't know. Where did you find it?" I asked.
"I don't know." she said. Which made me a little suspicious. I gabbed her wrist and smelled the little unidentified globule on the end of her finger. No smell at all. I was relieved that it wasn't something that had already been digested, if you know what I mean.
"Hmm, I don't know what it is, but we should probably throw it in the trash." I told her. So I pinched it off of the end of her finger and turned toward the trash can.
"Maybe...maybe...maybe it came out of my nose." She said.
"Huh? What did you say?"
"Maybe it's a booger, maybe it came out of my nose." she repeated. I dropped my chin to my chest and shook my head slowly.
"Reagan...did you just pick your nose and then give it to me?" I asked.
Nodding her head, with a big grin she said "Mmm Hmm."
"Nice." I replied flatly. "Real nice..."
She continued to smile, bounced on her tippy toes a few times and scurried off to make more mischief.

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