Tonight, Troy came walking up to me while I was folding laundry, held out his little hand, and said, "Burger." I opened my hand to accept whatever offering he was sharing, and he dropped something on my palm. As I inspected it closer, I realized that it was most definitely NOT a burger! It was a booger, which was now laying gross and wet on my hand. I have got to correct this situation immediately, or he's never going to want to eat a hamburger when I offer it.
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