My nose feels picky...

While putting Zoë to bed in the hotel in Seattle we had a strange conversation. There were two lamps in our hotel room. One directly above Zoë's bed and another on the far side of the room. In preparation for putting Zoë to bed Amy turned on the far light and turned off lamp shining directly onto Zoë's bed. Then came the following dialogue.

Zoë: Mom, Mom turn the light back on.

Amy: Zoë I turned on the other light and turned off the one that was shining right in your eye. There is still plenty of light in the room.

Zoë: But Mom, I want the light shining right in my nose.

Amy: Zoë why do you need the light shining up your nose.

Zoë: I don't know, but my nose is feeling all picky.