Thing 2 wanted to bake cookies today, so she got her stuff ready while I made dinner. I looked over and told her to put on an apron and refrain from wiping her hands on her butt, as she had a big white handprint. She returned to her work, and said
"...that's either five or six scoops. I lost count. Mom distracted me with her butt crack."
She will never live it down.