My compliments to the chef

Me and my little girl were laying on the couch watching sponge bob. I was in and out of consciousness nodding on and off. At one point when my eyes were closed I felt her reach over and touch my bottom lip. But it wasn’t a touch, more like a smear. She took her finger away and I felt a small lump had been left behind. I closed down on it with my top lid and examined the texture. Soft at first, then a little hard in the middle and a tad salty. I was stumped, I opened my eyes, saw her grinning ear to ear as I reached and wiped the particle off my lip onto my finger tip for a better examination. It turned out to be a booger “Maya did you wipe a booger on daddy’s mouth?!” her replay was delivered in the form of a giggle. She did, it was. So gross. I punish-tickled her for 5min till she promised to never do it again. Rotten little chocolate face.