I'm noticing a lot of my funnier conversations with my daughter seem to take place in the car. Not sure why... maybe because that is uninterrupted, enclosed time we spend together.
I usually let her begin the conversation, to see what's on her goofy little mind. Yesterday, it was a running checklist of, "Do we eat _____?" Things like trees, cars, and shoes were debated. (Broccoli got a yes.)
In a lull, I asked her if she knew her full name, since we've been working on that. She fired right back with Monkey Doodle Rockstar. <insert real name here; you get the point>
I gave her a big YAYYY and a high five, which is hard to do from the driver's seat but made possible by the fact that we were at a red light.
One-point-three seconds after the high five, I hear:
"Um, Mommy? Do we eat boogers?"
me: NO! Eww. Gross.
Monk: Ummm... do we PLAY with boogers?
Monk: No? Hmmm...
me: Wait?!-- was there-- did you just put a BOOGER on my hand?
Monk: Um... no??? <evil giggles>
me: Oh, FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD!! AAAAGGGH! <searches frantically for the hand sanitzer>