As I was putting Ian to bed last night I saw something blue on his forehead.
“What is on your forehead?” I said, “Is that toothpaste?”
Fortunately (sort of) I had been in the middle of cleaning the kitchen and I had a paper towel in my hand.
So I did what any normal mother would do and I licked the paper and wiped the toothpaste off of his head.
“Ew,” he said “You licked a paper towel”.
“Oh yeah?” I said. “Well, you have spit on your forehead.” and then I kissed his cheek and turned out the light.