The booger post

Here's your story for tonight:

We went out today, all of us together, as it's Wednesday (comic day) and we go into town (to get comics, nuff said!).

Anyway, Evil Genius Husband had to run in the Wal Mart to the pharmacy and he'd taken our oldest daughter, the Human Crash Test Dummy (aged almost 3) in because she had to wee.

Well, after a bit, they're standing in line at the check-out and my delicate flower of a baby girl extracts from her own nose an enormous booger, like, roughly a quarter the size of her brain. She then holds it up where everyone can see and announces, in a loud sweet voice: "I picked a BOOGER!"

EGH has threatened to not be seen in public with her until she's nine.