Gold Digger

Preface: Sebastian hasn't mastered the art of blowing his nose.  He blows but the air comes through his mouth and not the preferred orifice.  He's also at the age where boogers have become a source of fascination and obsession: picking, examining, wiping and (ARGH) eating.

Last night I told him a story about Magic.  Not any run of the mill magic, mind you, but a special kind of nose magic. I told him that boogers carry a special kind of power, boogers generate good dreams.  The catch is that if they're picked out with a finger, they lose all their magic. However, if removed with a tissue, the magic stays in the nose.

Tonight:

Sebastian: "Mom, I have boogers."

Me: "Don't pick them out with your finger, they'll lose their magic."

Sebastian: "The good dream magic?" (Hooray for the steel trap mind!)

Me: "Yes."

Sebastian: "Get a tissue, I need the boogers out."

I get a tissue and twirl up the corner and twist it into his nostril trying to get the offending boogers out.

Sebastian: "Mom?"

Me: "Yeah."

Sebastian: "Are you digging for gold?"