You can't make this stuff up

Tonight I was upstairs putting F to bed. I heard T start to cry downstairs. I gave it a minute, since sometimes he decides to crank up the drama before bed. When it didn't stop immediately, I started worrying that he got sick or hurt himself. I put F in his crib and ran downstairs. This is the conversation that followed:

Me: What's wrong baby?

T: I want my booger back!

Me: ...

T: I waaaaannnttt my booooooooger back!

Me: Are you kidding me?

T: No.

Me: You're crying over a booger?

T: Yes, I want my booger back!

Me: That is a ridiculous reason to cry. Why in the world would you want your booger back?

T: I want to put it back in my nose!

Me: Babe, once it's gone, it's gone. You can't put a booger back in your nose.

T: Oh.