Bogies.

Classic this morning at breakfast. We have guests (non-squemish, thankfully)
Joshua shouts, 'Mummy, I found two bogies'.
Mummy doesn't hear, so not wishing her to miss out, I point out that Joshua is trying to talk to her. She turns to him and he says again, 'Mummy, I found two bogies', waving one finger and one thumb in the air. He then looks at his finger, somewhat forlornly, and adds, 'but I ate one'.
Looking at his thumb (still with bogey on it) he asks, 'Mummy, can I keep this for our picnic later?' Marvellous idea, eh?
He then looks for all the world as if he's trying to get the bogey back into his nose - perhaps he thought that was the best place to store it ready for lunch :o)