Another Proud Mom story. Skip if you're easily bored, or grossed out.
I come into the living room where Catherine has been playing in the big pen (a huge corral of gates we made for the girls). She has been lying on the carpet playing with toys. She stands up when she sees me to bring over to me some little morsel which she has picked off the carpet, and delivers into my palm with great dexterity her gift.
[Me]: "Oh, thank you, Catherine!"
I stare at the little green gooey thing in my palm.
[Me]: "Um, where did you find that, Catherine? Was it in your nose?"
Catherine points at her nose, smiles proudly, and toddles away.
(Me, thinking: It could have been worse. It could have been from Elisabeth's nose, instead.)