Mewey Cwishmush

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Owen just came into the kitchen with a small, sticky fleck on his finger.

He says 'Mewey Cwishmush, this is for you.'

Me: 'Is that a booger?'

Owen: 'Yep'

I suspect his father had something to do with this, but I have no proof.

Mewey Cwishmush.

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