"Mom, I don't want a nose anymore."
That is what Reagan told me yesterday in the van while we were driving. I wanted to know why.
"So I don't have to pick it."
I tried to convince him that he does not have to pick his nose. He can keep it and not pick it. He wasn't sure about that. I mean, what are you supposed to do with all those boogers!?
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