It's amazing that, from a newborn to an NBA forward, each person's fingers fit in his or her own nose. Earlier today Ingrid said, "I have a booger daddy." I looked at the tiny orifice and thought,
"Man, I'm never going to be able to pick that out. Not even my pinky could fit in there."
While I shuffled through the drawer looking for something small enough to scoop the mucous, Ingrid took matters into her own, perfectly sized hands.