Ben, Zeke and I were sitting on some stairs outside watching the garbage truck this morning. Since I watch Zeke much more than the garbage man, I saw him put his hand to his mouth and start chewing.
"What was that?" I asked.
"What did you put in your mouth?"
"He's going to push a button!" Zeke said, fascinated.
"Zeke, are you eating something?" I asked again, looking around at the possibilities. "Is it a rock? Zeke? Are you chewing on a rock?"
"No," he said, still captivated by the truck.
"Is it a leaf? What is it? What did you put in your mouth?"
"Is it a booger."
"A booger. How's that? How's that -" I paused to rephrase. "Where'd you get the booger?"
"From Zeke's nose," he said casually.
"Oh. So you got a booger from Zeke's nose and put in in your mouth?"
"I picked a booger!" he said, demonstrating.
"Well, how's that taste?" I asked.