Mom: Zak, stop picking your nose.
Zak: (Quickly taking his finger out of his nose) Yes, Ma'am.
Mom: (quite taken aback by his great obedient response-- says nothing)
Mom: (Looking over at Zak's younger sister) Anna, stop picking your nose! (Quickly giving Zak a look that said, "see what you taught your sister to do!")
Anna: But, Momma. I need to get the rocks out of my nose!
Mom: (To Abbey sitting close by) What did she say?
Abbey: She said she needed to get the rocks out of her nose.
Anna: There are rocks in my nose
Mom: (Having never heard the word 'rocks' used for the word boogers) Leave the rocks where they are. Stop picking you nose!
Anna: (reluctantly) Yes, Ma'am.
Some days I think there are rocks in my head. Today my daughter thought they were in her nose! Made for a good laugh anyway.
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