I did it...I licked my finger and wiped something off Matthew's face.
I've become a mom. How I remember the lovely slobber my mother used to impart on me when I had food or dirt on my face. There must be some magic (or Clorox bleach) in mother's spit that would convince us to do that.
Matthew, it's just exchange for your slobbery kisses.
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