Me: Meg, you might want to check your nose before we go into church.
We were still in the car, so she leaned forward to look in the rear view mirror.
Megan: Oh! You're RIGHT!! Can I have a Kleenex please?
After taking care of it, she kept looking at her nose in the rear view mirror with all kinds of fascination.
Megan: Mom, have you ever noticed that your nose looks like a tunnel?
Me: Hmm. No, I guess I haven't.
She then looked at me, face super close, nostrils flared and in a creepy voice said, "It's a tuuunnnellll. Look at the tuuunnnnnellllll."
So I did. And she was right.