Appropriately I used to call her Booger Jr.

Despite the awful, awful sickness we've dealt with this weekend we managed to make it to Wal-Mart today for a few groceries and junk for the preschool class "Spring Party" tomorrow. I parked Julianna in the buggy and walked not ten feet away from her down the aisle to grab something off the shelf. Filled with a burst of newfound energy Julianna hollers (as only a two year old can do), "Mama! Maaaammaaa! My booger!!!" She then held out her finger for booger-removal. Seeing that there would be no less-humiliating way out of this one I quickly took it and muttered, "Thank you."