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While driving a few minutes ago, I glanced back and saw Madeline picking her nose. She then reached over and wiped her finger across the window. The following conversation ensued:
Me: Are you wiping boogers on the window?! Stop that.
Madeline: I can't stop. I'm too little.
Me: You're too little to stop?
Madeline: I'm not three yet. I don't know better!
Followed with me cracking up laughing (and her demonstrating once again that she "doesn't know better" by smearing another finger across the window.)
For some reason I think Maddie is going to be a bit of a handful when she gets older...
Me: Are you wiping boogers on the window?! Stop that.
Madeline: I can't stop. I'm too little.
Me: You're too little to stop?
Madeline: I'm not three yet. I don't know better!
Followed with me cracking up laughing (and her demonstrating once again that she "doesn't know better" by smearing another finger across the window.)
For some reason I think Maddie is going to be a bit of a handful when she gets older...