Thank God for boogers

Yes, that's right. The other night, Ashlinn thanked God for her boogers while we were praying before bed. I almost choked trying to hold back my laughter. Ever since we got sick a few weeks ago, she's been quite obsessed with picking her nose and talking about boogers. Every time I see her with her fingers in her nose, I tell her to please take her fingers out of her nose and that she can only get her boogers out with a kleenex. Now I just have to tell her to take her fingers out of her nose, and she'll beat me to the last part and say, "Only with a kleenex!" in this triumphant voice, as if she remembered all on her own. Of course, she never does use a kleenex. Disgusting, I know. I guess it comes with the territory of raising a 2-year-old.