Me, upon seeing Peregrine's finger up his nose again: "Are you finding anything in there?"
Peregrine, without hesitation: "Yep, Gold!"
Peregrine, while riding in the van one day: "Mom, do you know why I like eating my boogers?"
Me, in a rather disinterested tone: "No. Why?"
Peregrine: "Because they taste yummy...... well, that one wasn't so good."
And this evening, as we were settling in to read our Bible story:
Erik: "Peregrine, get that Pick out of your nose."
Peregrine, correcting Erik's terminology: "Shovel."
A talented nose-picker/shoveler and a sense of humor too- what more could any Mama want in her boy?