Porter was having a hard time listening...and I needed him to come upstairs and get in the car....so I regressed to telling him that I was leaving and not to let the Boogie Man get him (sad I know...but i was seriously desperate) he responded with...."Will the Boogie Man pick my nose?"
...............Ya, I thought it was random too............
UNTIL...I remembered that boogie=boogers in our house........then I died laughing...The End
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