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Something Fishy

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.

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