...but it's snot.
Taking a page out of OctoBoy's Big Book of Ways To Annoy an Elder Sister, and yet lacking control over her noxious emissions (both south and north), Wee Ginger Beastie has resorted to the Booger Defense.
SnarkGirl will get up on her high horse and start bossing anyone shorter than her. This bossery usually involves a dog (who will flop bot on the floor and maybe spare her an ear twitch if there's food involved), three cats (who will generally give her the stink eye and a good view of the brown eye as they sashay away), a brother (who will burp at her, or tear ass up to her room to fart on her stuffed animals or her pillow.) Wee Ginge is usually amiable enough, but this morning she discovered SnarkGirl's kryptonite:
When the directions become too onerous, Ginge will go fishing for finger trout. Having hooked a big, juicy one (toddlers are always well-supplied with a rainbow of nasal mucous), she will admire her find briefly, and then proceed to chase her siblings around, finger extended, giggling maniacally. This is usually accompanied by screeches of, "Booger! Booger! Booger! I'mma wipe a booger on you!"
I'm usually laughing too hard to intervene.
I wonder if that works at meetings?