Beauty is in the eye ...

Daddy was driving Rory over Memorial Bridge recently, and he was admiring the beautiful sunset. "Look Rory," he pointed, "look at the beautiful colors in the sky!". Daddy turned to the back of the car to ensure that Rory had understood his instructions, and Rory dutifully gazed out the window. Daddy spent the next few moments making several additional poetic comments about the sky, when he heard Rory exclaim from the back seat, "Daddy, look it! Look it! Look it!" Daddy slowly turned his head, expecting Rory to be pointing at one of the many images that her father had just described. Instead, Rory was holding her finger out towards Daddy, motioning as if she wanted him to take something from her finger. "Look, Daddy, a booger. Rory found a booger!"