On Heaven and Buggars

Is it Buggars? Or Boogers?

Anyhow, Kathryn was digging for some today when I encouraged her to find a tissue. We've discussed this many times before. Apparently the search is much more satisfying when you can really see what you're getting out. Then I made the profound comment, "I think that when we get to heaven, our noses won't have any buggars." Kathryn didn't skip a beat.

"Oh, they'll have buggars, mom. But in heaven, they will taste like ice cream!"