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A little kid came into Phillips today with his mom. He was all of 6 or 7 years old. While at the counter, his mom caught him picking his nose and scolded him. She asked me if I would take him to the bathroom and wash his hands because she was THAT disgusted. As in she was so disturbed by the salty demon that she felt compelled to entrust a stranger to take her child to some strange bathroom. So I did as I was asked and helped the little guy wash up. Then I showed him a better way at hiding his nose picking without his mom catching him. I gave him pointers on how to act like he's scratching his leg and slyly plant the boogy in his sock. He practiced once and I gave him some pointers and then walked him back out to his mom. Just to show what he had learned to me, the brave little soldier took his newfound ability and put it into action. He straight picked his nose, went for the leg and made a successful landing into the sock. Mom didn't see a damned thing! He looked right at me and smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen on a kid. One of those smiles where you know you got away with something. I am molding the youth of America's minds.