While putting her to bed tonight, here's the tall tale she told me about a boy in her class:
HER: Patrick picked up a hermit crab and he smelled it and it bited him on the nose and then he smelled something REALLY bad and his nose turned to dust and fell off.
ME: Really? So does he just have a big hole in the middle of his face where his nose used to be?
HER: YES! And if you meet him, you can kiss him on it.
Sometimes I just wonder about what goes on in that head of hers...