All day long. All day long this little babe is saying to me "way-san", and pointing to her nose.
Correction. Pointing *up* her nose. So I ask her if she put a raisin up her nose. She said yeah. But never does it occur to me to actually look up her nose. I mean, I checked that she could breathe and everything, but did I look? Nope. Keith did. After dinner. She had raisins at breakfast. And what was in that cute little nostril? Oh yes. A snot-rehydrated...RAISIN. So we (correction: Keith) performed the Great Raisin Extraction of 2011. With tweezers. It was gross. And hilarious. And very hopefully won't be repeated.