A Booger's Home

Daughter with her finger up her nose: Don't worry Ma, I'm going to pick this out and put it back in it's home.

Me: Put what back in it's home
Daughter: My booger. It's home is in my mouth.
Me: Ew, don't do that.
Daughter: But I like my boogers, they taste good

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