Good Morning Mom

So yesterday morning I vaguely remember Rachel coming into my room somewhat frantic, yelling, "My booger! My booger!" That girl has some kind of fascination with her boogers, and I was tired so I didn't really think anything of it. The next thing I know I'm having a booger shoved up my nose by a 2-year-old finger. I jumped out of bed, picked her booger out of my nose, and tried to tell her not to do that ever again, while also trying not to laugh.

Where, you ask, does this fetish with her boogers come from?

I have no idea!

(PS, I am not the first person she has done this to.)