Potato, pototo....

It's Sunday morning at our house, and I'm cleaning up after breakfast. After a couple failed attempts of talking to Steve, I said:

Me: Wow, you really have potatoes in your ears.

Steve: It's probably boogers from Sam. (Wiping his face)

Me: What?!? No, I don't mean you have literal potatoes in your ears.

Steve: What? Oh, I thought you said 'in your beard'.

I can't decide what is more disturbing, 1. that he thought I actually said, you have potatoes in your beard. Left over from last night's thanksgiving party, perhaps? Or 2. that it was completely possible that he might just have crusty snot in his beard.

Good times.