I came out of the shower this morning and went to check that my kids had not burned down the house or choked while I had attended to myself.
All looked safe and sound.
Except Sydney was chewing something. She looked to be holding some of my recipe cards, too.
“Sydney, what are you eating?”
Silence. And more chewing.
“Sydney! Are you eating paper?”
“No,” she replied. “Boogers!”
