Daniel (urgently): My nose is running. Tissue, tissue.
I wipe his nose.
Daniel (crying): No, no, don’t take away the snot.
Me: Eh?
Daniel (crying more loudly): Give me back snot.
Princess (sotto voce):Â For God’s sake, it’s only snot.
Me: Danny, sweetheart, it’s gone, er, why did you want the snot?
Daniel: I want it go to bed in my nose.