Boogers

The other day I was making a deposit at the drive through ATM. Suddenly I hear grunting coming from the backseat. "Are you pooping?" I ask worrying I am missing a "potty training opportunity."

"No," responds Gio.

"Well, what are you doing?" I say not believing him because it sure sounds like pooping to me.

"I'm getting a booger," he says.

Nasal Excavation Reenactment.

"Oh," I say. Who does he get that from? I never grunt when I pick my nose.

Later that night, I ask my husband if he grunts during nasal cavity excavation.

"No, and I haven't had to pick my nose for four days since I've been using Nasonex," Stefan says proudly.

All hail Nasonex. However, I still have no idea where the grunting comes from. Oh well, I guess he really is his own person.