When there are four little bodies under the age of eight in one car, someone is always talking! Makenzie, four, is usually talking the loudest. She is quite a girl. So the other day we are in the car and she asks "Do boogers grow?" I'm thinking to myself, don't answer this, but of course, I start into an entire dialogue to the contrary. "What made you think of that", I asked her. To which she replied, "My knuckerholes have grown. See." Looking in the mirror, I see her precious face with a finger in each nostril, otherwise known as "Knuckerholes". So, when your kid starts any conversation with the word booger. It's in mho that you just ignore her and keep driving, both hands on the wheel, and out of your knuckerholes.