My boys have never (and I fear WILL never) be known for their clean eating habits. Try as I might, they are slobs. They do seem to improve with age, but Tommy is still in the midst of slob-ville.
After a dinner of semi-healthy things followed by a chocolate milk shake, Tommy went to the sink to wash his hands and face. He declared himself finished and started to walk away without drying his hands. As he passed me, I saw that he had completely missed his face.
“Tommy, you need to wash your face again,” I said.
So, Tommy took those still dripping hands and rubbed and rubbed his … eyes. Yeah. They weren’t dirty.
“Opps, Tommy! You still need to do your cheeks. They’re still dirty,” I said.
So, Tommy stuck out his long tongue … licked both hands … and scrubbed at his mouth and cheeks.
At this point, Kevin had to go direct Tommy to the sink because my head was on the table as I tried to conceal my laughter.