The Booger Man

Yeah, that's right, the Booger man.  Most kids were afraid of the Boogie Man, but not my sister Mary. She feared the Booger Man.  I was allergic to grass as a kid, so I used to be "stuffed up" a lot.  When it got bad I used to pick my nose.  Come on, you did it, too.  We learn not to pick our nose in public, but who doesn't do it in private?  Anyway, if I picked my nose at night I would wipe the booger on the edge of the sheet above Mary's head. Hell, I didn't want the boogers by me!  Eventually Mary noticed the boogers and said something about it.  I told her that the Booger Man came at night and pulled boogers out of your nose and wiped them on the sheet above your head.  She believed me.  What are sisters for, anyhow? Lots of times I give her a birthday card dealing with picking noses.  It's good to bring back fond childhood memories.