He is about eight inches taller them me, which gives me a straight view up and into his nose. When he has the occasional booger – and who among us doesn’t – I am often the first to see it. And point it out. It’s all in the name of helping him. He doesn’t always appreciate me dissecting the contents of his nose. “You’re always looking for boogers,” he said. “No I’m not,” I said. “They’re just there.” Seriously I’m not looking for boogers. I don’t seek them out. I’m not a booger junkie. I just happen to have the perfect vantage point to see and ...