We’d just had our most successful outing to Jerry’s pond. Finn caught, held and released more than two dozen fish. Back in the car I wiped my hands clean and passed a wipe back for Finn.
Finn: What’s this for?
Me: To clean your hands, pal.
Finn: My hands are clean, Daddy.
Me: Do you think so?
Finn: I know so. They are clean.
Me: Give them a smell.
(He cups his hands to his nose and takes a deep breath.)
Finn: Oh my gosh. That smells like rotten fish. I might need another wipe, Daddy.