Mechanics and Boogies

So, things are going better. I babysat two of the smartest, most adorable girls I know last night and this morning. The older one is four, and she is frighteningly smart. She knows all the continents, how to count to 100, and the mechanics of a viewfinder-you know, those toys you put up to your eyes and you can see pictures and then you pull a lever and another one appears? Yeah, she was showing me how the thing works. I just like looking at the pictures. The younger one is two, and just as smart and adorable. When I asked her last night if she needed a diaper change, she turned around and said "No, I'm just picking my boogies. I'm just picking my boogies. They're all gone now". Either she was trying to distract me or that was her way of letting me know that she was doing fine and didn't need anything from me. I said okay, and she went about her business of feeding her baby the plastic corn, tomatoes, bread, peppers, apples, grapes and carrots. This morning we went outside after the rain let up and we jumped in puddles.