(How do you spell that, anyway?)
Tonight's deep conversation with my son:
Mom: Isaac, stop picking your nose.
Isaac: But mom, if I don't pick my nose, how can I eat my boogers?
Mom (thinking fast... how do I answer this? Should I answer this?): um, maybe you could blow your nose into a kleenex? (am I an enabler now?)
Isaac: But then how will I eat them?
At this point I just wander away, stymied.