Tastes Like Chicken

Today, on the way home from church, Sadie was a little too quiet in the backseat. Upon closer inspection, we find that she has her finger up her little nose. Jesse said, "Sadie, that's not nice! Stop doing that." She stops, looks down at her finger, and says, "Huh. A boo-ger." A couple of minutes go by, then she yells, "Mommy! Daddy! Boo-ger! Boo-ger in mouth!" That's pretty self-explanatory. Yuck. Jesse says, "Sadie! We don't eat boogers! That's yucky! Take it out!" She thinks about it, then says, "Tastes like turkey." We burst out laughing, and then she says, "Taste it, Mommy! Taste it!" I, of course, declined. When she figured out that I wasn't going to taste it, she changed tactics... "Taste it, taste it, Mommy! Tastes like... ham!" Jesse and I were totally cracking up by this point, and Sadie tried one more time: "Daddy, Mommy, say 'Aahhhh!' Tastes like turkey, tastes like ham!"