She knows that she isn’t supposed to eat it, bleurch, or wipe it anywhere, so she always passes it to ME. Fab. This happens in the most inconvenient of places.
Favourites are:
In the car; ‘Mama, bogey”. Any attempt of flicking the little bastard is futile (the bogey that is, I wasn’t referring to my daughter, though, in fairness, it had occurred to me, only very briefly. I digress) and makes