Its broken!

I cut my three year old's fingernails this morning. I cant grow my nails at all- they just rip and peal, but the kids grow some beautiful fingernails.
Anyway, I cut his nails and ten minutes later he comes to me and says
"Its broken Mom!"
"Whats broken?"
"My finger!" (which at this point I assume he is talking about his smashed finger)
"do you need a kiss?"
"Yeah"
and he shows me his pointer finger (his middle finger is the broken one)
I give it a kiss anyway and ask him how its broken.
He then sticks it up his nose, diggs it around, then pulls it out and shows me his slimey, yet boogerless finger.
"See mom! It's broken, I cant get the booger! "


And yes, I realize I just kissed that finger- blech