On Friday night, we had Pizza/Movie night, so we had our dinner in the family room in front of the TV, where our new couch is that we bought when we moved here and have been doing our best to protect from dirty little fingers.

So, as Matthew finished up his dinner, he turned from his spot on the floor to join us on the couch where I told him he couldn’t sit with me until he washed his hands.  He proceeded to turn slightly away from me, wiped his hands on his shirt and then made a running water sound while make the motions of washing his hands.  He then turned back to me with a giant grin while presenting his hands and said, “All clean!”