We had barbecue chicken for dinner this evening. You know how messy that can be. Of course my seven-year-old son had barbecue sauce all over his face when he was done.
"Bubba, you need to get a napkin and clean yourself up, " I said.
"Okay," he said. He got a napkin and did a little wipe of his hands.
"Dude, that's not enough," I said.
"I know," he said. "I'm not finished." Then he stuck out his little pink tongue and licked all around his mouth as far as it could go.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"This stuff is so good, I just can't waste it," he said. "So I'm licking it off."