A Gooey Gift

I’m typing away on the IM with Cymple when the door to my room creaks open and my 3 year old’s head pops out.

“Look Mama,” he says and extends his hand to me.

“What is it boy?”

“Look at this.” He walks toward me with a silly look on his face, closely studying the thing in his hand.

He takes it out of his hand and places it in mine. I examine it. It is purplish and brown. Is it a bug? It feels soft. I don’t get it.

“What is this?” I ask him.

He shrugs his shoulders and looks at my hand.

“Where did you get it?”

“Out of my nose.”

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