Moose is officially in the stage where you can no longer trust everything he hands you. I was putting away laundry, distracted, when he says "here" and hands me something. Without thinking aboout it, I take it only to find it's a giant...booger. Freshly selected from his left nostril. I only know it was from the left because he was working on the right with a bit of urgency.
Despite the disgusting factor, this is still far less nasty than the time my friend's toddler tried feeding her...a turd from his diaper. Gahhhhhh!