Many years ago I was packing for a business trip while my darling little three-year-old was having a great time playing on the bed.
Wanting to keep her happy and entertained I reached-out, grabbed her tiny finger, stuck it in my mouth and said, “Daddy’s gonna eat your cute little finger,” and pretended to munch on it.
I then went back to packing and happened to notice that my daughter was standing on the bed staring at her finger with a devastated look on her face.
So I asked, “What’s wrong, honey?”
She replied, “What happened to my booger?”