I'm back.
So, I'm walking around with the three year old on my shoulders.
She proceeds to insert her fingers into my nostrils.
I ask her to remove them.
She keeps digging, probing and jamming them in.
Finally, I tell her she can keep what she finds.
She ends up with seven dollars in singles, a container of lemon rind and a map of Albuquerque, NM.
But my sinuses now feel amazingly clear.