At playgroup on Monday, Tycho and I passed through the hall foyer on our way back from the restroom. At that time there was a girl about Tycho’s age there, and an umbrella.
Small Girl: That’s someone’s umbrella.
Tycho: Whose umbrella is it?
Small Girl: That’s someone’s umbrella.
Tycho: Whose umbrella is it?
Greg: Tycho, I don’t think she knows.
Small Girl: I pick my nose all the time.
This is very cute!