Kelly M.–Tucker picked his nose, Mrs. Dillon.
Tucker B.–Na-huh.
Mrs. Dillon–Tucker, I saw you put your hand near your nose. Did you pick it?
Tucker B.–No.
Daniel K.–I saw Tucker scratching his nose.
Tucker B.–Na-huh.
Mrs. Dillon–Well, Tucker, if you weren’t picking or scratching your nose, then what were you doing?
Tucker B.–My finger smells like cheese.
Mrs. Dillon–Did you wash your hands after dinner?
Kelly M.–You could get a disease.
Tucker B.–I like how cheese smells.
Daniel K.–I like chili.
Mrs. Dillon–Tucker, go wash your hands please.
