So Chey, Lila, and I were cleaning up our house this morning. Lila, about 2.5 years old, walked up to me and held up her pointer finger. It had a grey smudge on it.
“Looks like you got a little dirty,” I said to her.
“Yeah,” she said, and started to wipe her finger off on my shirt. She then decided to wipe off the dirt on her nearby blanket.
“Did you just wipe your dirty finger on my shirt, Lila?” I feigned affront.
“NO! On my blanket! Relax Dad.”