Cherub #1: You just picked your nose!
Cherub #2: Did not.
Cherub #1: Did too.
Cherub #2: No, I didn't. I scratched it!
Cherub #1: You so picked it.
Cherub #2: I did.
Cherub #1: It's okay. I pick my nose too.
Cherub #3: Ewwwwww. That's gross.
Cherub #1: Is not.
Cherub #2: Yeah, it's not.
Tea: Actually, it is. Does anyone need a tissue?
Then, during the actual pageant, a boy in the front row started excavating his left nostril during "Angels We Have Heard on High" and didn't stop until after "The First Noel."
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Haha, yay for excavation. That makes it into a scientific process!
As you have shared your Christmas Eve experience, i shall now share mine.
My Christmas Eve dinner:
Dad: I'm once again inviting you to come to church with us.
Me: Because god can hear you better in church.
Kiwi: (snorts) It's like a giant AMPLIFIER!
Mom: Yes it is, because the steeple brings you closer to god.
Kiwi & me, mishearing: The staple?
Me: I get enough of that at school then...
Mom: The STEEPLE, not the staple.
Dad: Does it inSPIRE you?
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
I literally cracked up at that. I love bad puns.
haha
nice.
merry christmas!!!
hahaa nice. I love the way you phrased nose picking. i think from now on it shall have to be called evacuating nostrils by hand. :D
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