When I was a toddler, my Grandpa Cochran, my mom's dad, would steal my nose. Tall and slender with snow-white hair despite his relatively young age, he would approach me and announce, "Debbie, I am going to steal your nose." I would collapse into giggles, never questioning the theft, and never running away. For one thing, I was fascinated by the ability to steal one's nose and besides, he always returned it to its place on my face.