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This story is the straw that broke the camels back. After this happened I had to make a blog, too funny....

This morning Andrew was eating his breakfast and in between bites he was breathing pretty hard.
I asked him, "you having a hard time breathing through your nose buddy?".
He says, "Ya.............It's because of the worm that lives up there."
"What worm?"
"The worm that you told me lives in my nose"
At this point I lose it, I'm laughing my butt off. My mind starts whirring. Did I tell him a worm lived in his nose? What is he talking about? Then I remember. A few weeks ago I was reading a book (can't remember what now, something like scary stories for kids) and I started laughing. Andrew and his cousin asked me what was funny so I told them.
"Do you know that a worm lives in your nose and he'll bite your finger if you pick your nose?"
Apparently at least Andrew believed me. So I told him that I was just kidding, there is no worm in your nose. (He's not a nose picker so I didn't keep up the farce.)
The best part is, he wasn't in the least bit concerned that a worm lived in his nose all this time. So parents of nose pickers, this story is apparently believable. Oh, and Jessica, Braxton may think that a worm lives in his nose.