Toren and Debi were laying on the couch together one evening when I overheard the following conversation:
Toren, reaching his hand toward Debi: “Mom, take this off.”
Debi: “Take what off?”
Toren, wiggling his fingers: “My boogers.”
Toren had, in fact, picked his nose and was asking Debi to get the boogers off his fingers.
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