Nose Pickles

Eli and I are sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for his cream of wheat to finish cooking.  Just now, I looked the window and when I turned back to look at Eli, he was holding out his finger and telling me there was something on it.  I knew exactly what it was.  I asked him where he got it.  He told me in his nose.  Then he went on to say, "Mommy, I got a pickle out of my nose."  I corrected him, no, that was not a pickle, it was a big booger.  But he insisted, a pickle.  This is not our first encounter with boogers in this house, so I was surprised at his confusion.  But with that description, you can imagine the size and color of what was on his finger.  We cleaned it off and moved on.  He told me moments later that he had another yuck on his finger and before I could clean it, he wiped it under our kitchen table.  I thought that wiping boogers was a learned activity, but apparently not.  No one taught Eli to wipe them under our kitchen table.  He just knew to do it.  Ahh, the fall of man.