"Oh my gosh." I looked around the waiting room for a tissue. "Is that a booger on your finger?"
Indignant, Max said, "It's not." He cocked his head and grinned. Then he repeated the words to sound like it's snot.
I peer closer to study his finger. We'd had days of fever so, when you add the sleep deprivation, it makes perfect and complete sense I was concerned he'd developed a growth. "What is it then?" I wondered aloud.
He happily thrust his finger into my face. "It's a dried booger!"
My warning that nose goblins would bite off his fingers didn't work. Once he realized he kept all his fingers, he decided those nose goblins were dumb. So...
How do you keep your kids' fingers out of their noses?