Without getting into the sordid details of our terrible sleeping situation (please, baby Jesus and baby Allah, let us have this rectified by the time they're 4), I was lying in bed at 6:30am spooning Belly. She had been awake for an hour at that point and, understanding that she wasn't going to go back to sleep, I was just trying to keep her quiet so Buggy could keep sleeping. It was sort of a farce, though, because the Bug had been stirring and was in the beginning throes of waking up for real. Anyway, I was in the middle of the girls and both Belly and I had our backs to her sister. Belly whispered something I couldn't understand. What? She whispered it again. What? She whispered very clearly, very slowly, "She's. Eating. Her. Boogers." I rolled over and looked at Buggy. Sure enough, the mostly-asleep little punk was digging in her nose and popping it in her mouth. Twintuition? I think it just might be!