Who's hungry?

We were sitting at the dinner table tonight, happily dining on grilled brats and corn on the cob when Nolan extended his index finger.  There was a small, orangish blob on his finger tip. 

"What is this?" he asked me. "I just pulled it out of my ear."

Mmmmmm. Yummy. 

On a less disgusting note, this morning, Sam was asking about the evolution of the washing machine. He always wants more information than I have.