When Peter finds small pieces of trash on the floor, he picks them up and hands them to me. It's really sweet. And, I'm glad he doesn't put them in his mouth!
This morning, Kent, Peter, and I were being lazy and lying in bed together. Peter held his hand out to me with a little gift. I, of course, took the gift. I then realized he had picked his nose and handed me his booger! Gross, but hilarious! :)
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