While snuggling with Jack the other day he very gently took his pointer finger and stuck it into my left nostril.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Jack?"
He continued his perusal of my nose.
"You have a boogie in your nose."
"No I don't."
"What's this pokey thing?"
"It's a hair."
"You have a nose beard."

Riley woke this morning about half-an-hour before me.  Penny brought her into the bed (we do like our snuggle time) and as she saw me she raised her hand, and very deliberately said, "Dada."