Boogie!
No I’m not talking about dancing here. With three small children you may imagine where this one is going. This morning Hannah and Zeke woke up and played upstairs in their bedroom for about 15 minutes together. Then Hannah came sauntering downstairs and climbed into bed with us, while Zeke who usually is right behind her was nowhere to be seen. After five or ten more minutes he came bounding in and jumped up in the bed also.
“What were you doing up there?” I asked him.
“Playing” he sang.
“With what?”
“A boogie.”
“A boogie? Did you get a Kleenex?”
“No.”
“Where did you put the boogie?”
“On the floor…”
Of course – where else? So my two-year-old spent the first part of his morning entertaining himself with the fruit of his nose, which now resides somewhere in the carpet. Just another joy of fatherhood 
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