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?
Me: Not so sure, hmm? Why don’t we go get a tissue and see if we can’t blow that monkey out.
And you know, who am I to say that it wasn’t a very small monkey in her nose?