Riding in the car on the way to church last night...
I was driving, Jacob was in the backseat right behind me.
Jacob starts picking his nose. (We've been talking about this lately and when I catch him, I generally send him to the bathroom to take care of his nose maintenance.)
Me: Jacob, would you like a kleenex?
Jacob: But you can't see me.
Me: Yes I can, there's a mirror right here. Would you like a kleenex?
Jacob: No thank you. I just think I have boogers in my nose and it's a lot easier to get them out with my fingers.