It was that crazy-busy time right before dinner. I was in the kitchen fixing our meal when Tiny Boy approached very earnestly. He clomped over with one foot bare and one princess-shoe clad foot.
He reached up to hand me something with a very serious look on his face. "Here you do [go], Mommy!"
I reflexively reached out and took the tiny object he bestowed, replying "Oh, thank you, sweet boy."
He paused and watched me closely while I inspected what he had just handed me. A few seconds passed while I weighed my words.
"Um, sweet boy… did this come from your nose?"
He thought hard for a few seconds, then looked back into my eyes, nodded very solemnly, and said "uh huh!"
Then away he walked. clomp-click clomp-click clomp-click
