I licked my finger and wiped the remnants of chocolate off Elijah's mouth as we were heading out the door. He scrunched his face and said, "What was that?"
Me: It's my special cleaning agent.
Elijah: Was it from your lips?
Elijah: Oooohhh, I'm not doing that! You wear makeup!
Me: I'll make a note of that. (I guess my special cleaning agent is only for messy little girl faces!)