Seth, my three year-old, woke me up at dawn the other day, and, with great fervor, pleaded "Mommy, I can't get dis booger out my nose.....I can't get it out, Mommy....you help me Mommy? You get da booger out of dere, Mommy?  

Have I mentioned, friends, that I am not a morning person? But sometimes the mothering instinct overrides that fact.....so I did what a good Mommy does...I mined that large ball of green alien-like mucous, out of his nose...and like the perfect preschooler that he is, my son said "thank you, Mommy"....then he ate it.