Emma found the leftover fortune cookie we saved her from dinner last night. She ran halfway to the table, turn around, pointed her finger up at me saying, "Take this off my finger first?"
"Emma, is that a booger?"
"Yes. It is from my nose."
Running back to the table to retrieve the cookie and bringing it to me to unwrap, she then puts her other pointer finger up at me, "This one too. It is a booger."