Mom: India, please stop picking your nose. I saw you have blood in there, and I don’t want it to get blood on the bed. If you need to clean your nose, use a kleenex.

India: Mom, it’s okay. When I pick my nose, sometimes I find a booger.I look at it. But don’t worry. If it’s just a booger, I eat it. If it has blood in it, I just wipe it on stuff.

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  1. Reminiscent of I’s Auntie D who at the same age was viewed by her grandmother picking her nose and eating the harvest. To shame her, the elder asked her “is it good”. In childlike innocence and generosity another treasure was dug out and shown with pride to the elder with the words “do you want some” You come by a time honoured tradition I….eat well.

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