8 Chapter 8

Chapter 8 "Why is it bad to pick your nose?" asked Linzy. Marvin looked at his little sister. "It's a disgusting and gross thing to do," he said. "Why?" asked Linzy. "It just is," said Marvin. He was in no mood for Linzy's stupid questions. She could ask why a hundred times in a row. "Why?" asked Linzy. "I pick my nose." "It's okay when you're four years old," said Marvin. "It's bad when you're older." "Why?" "'Cause it is!" But then Marvin's father also asked, "Why?" Marvin looked at him. "What's so bad about picking your nose?" asked his father. "I've picked my nose." "It's not something you want to do in public," said

Marvin's mother. "But everyone has done it." He looked at his mother. "You too?" "Sometimes a tissue just won't get it," she said. "You blow and you blow, but nothing comes out." Marvin was horrified. "I sometimes pick my nose," said Jacob. "Well, no wonder I pick my nose!" Marvin exclaimed. "I come from a whole family of nose pickers!" "Your teacher, Mrs. North," said Marvin's father. "I'm sure she's picked her nose before." "Mrs. North? Are you crazy?" "The president of the United States has picked his nose," said Marvin's mother. Marvin looked around the room, from his mother, to his father, to his brother, to his sister. Either he came from the most disgusting family in the world, or.… He knew what question he'd ask for the class survey.