Nose Monkeys

Said with all seriousness and a slightly concerned expression on her face:

Lily: Mama, there’s a monkey in my nose.

Me: A monkey in your nose? Would you like me to get him out?

Lily: Yes, please.

Me: [I stick my big finger in there and fish around the best I can in a tiny toddler nose] Did I get him?

Lily: Yes?

Me: Not so sure, hmm? Why don’t we go get a tissue and see if we can’t blow that monkey out.

Lily: Kay.

And you know, who am I to say that it wasn’t a very small monkey in her nose?