Poor Quinn, he has been so stuffed up recently. His nose has been running, and when he lays down he starts coughing. So, sleep has been sparse and restless when it does come. Today when he was getting up from his nap, he kept hitting his nose.
Me: What's wrong with your nose?
Quinn: I got a bug in my nose.
Me: A bug?
Quinn: I got a bug. . . in my nose. (Still hitting his nose.)
Me: Quinn, I think it might be a booger!
Quinn: No, it a bug!
After blowing his nose, the mysterious "bug" was gone!
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