Driving to Arkansas last week, my cousin Ann read Sam a book and in the process of telling the story Ann had Sam counting out how many fingers she had on her hands. The following is a two part conversation that sprang from a simple children's book:
Ann: Now, Samantha, did you know there was a man in the Bible that had six fingers on one hand? What would you do if you had six fingers on one hand?
Me: Pick and eat more boogers.
Ha ha ha ha ha. We all laugh. Cut to the next morning in the hotel...er..motel room:
Sam, busy watching a Scooby Doo DVD not so slyly picks and sneaks a boog.
Me: Sam! Gross. Stop doing that! Thank goodness you really don't have six fingers.
Ann: Why, Samantha, you don't need six fingers for picking boogers, do you? Remember the man in the Bible we talked about?
My Mother out of nowhere and with complete sincerity: There was a man in the Bible who picked his boogers???
Me: Yes, Mother, the booger picking apostle.