Me: innocently sitting in the den minding my own business.
Enter four year old, placing hand, palm up in front of my face
“Here you go”
In her hand is what looks like an extremely tiny nondescript ball.
I reach out and pick it up squinting at it to get a better look.
Then casually ask “Where did you get this?”
She looked me straight in the eye and said “My nose."
Apparently, it’s been too long since I’ve had a preschooler because all those years ago I never would have reached out and taken something unknown from a kid's hand without double-checking what it was first.
