Me: How did your hands get this dirty?
Younger Son: Well, I fell off my ripstik and then landed…
Me: Why didn’t you wash them?
YS: I’m a boy. We’re dirty.
Me: You know, boys can be clean.
YS: Yes, but mostly we’re not.
He ate his sandwich with those hands. A quadruple decker PB&J. With those hands. Ew.
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