My brother (15) got home from work at an auto repair shop and was still covered in grease and oil when I walked in the door.
Brother~ Grace! Give me a hug!
Me~Hey Mike. No! You have nastiness all over you.
Brother~ *reaching out with hands that are literately black with engine stuff*
Me~ I have baby spit-up, nail polish, glitter glue, and possibly poop on me. Give me a hug!
Neither of us got a hug, and both of us were glad. A little later...
Me~ Wait! Don't sit on the couch, you should wash up.
Brother~ You should wash up.
He had a point.
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