Here is a conversation that I literally just had in the car with Ellie:
Ellie: Oh man, I lost my booger.
Me: What? What booger?
Ellie: My booger from my nose.
Me: (silently pray that it’s gone, long gone… or better yet, that it was just imaginary) umm…. How did you get a booger?
Ellie: Oh I got it. From my nose. (pause) It’s not on my hand. And it’s not on this hand either. (pause, then squeal) HERE IT IS. On my cheek! I have my booger!! My stupid booger. Mom, do you know the “stupid” word?
Me: (in my head: oh yes, I know it well. As a matter of fact, I probably taught it to you. Crap, she pays way too much attention… I need to stop gossiping in front of her.) Umm…..
Ellie: It means you die. And you have a stinky shirt and you don’t take a bath. Can we go to Mimi’s house?
I will miss two-and-a-half someday.
Yo soy La Lay 
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