My daughter, taking her queue from an Orange Blossom doll, would rub oranges slices all over her hair while I left the room for 2 minutes.
And that I'd be caught using a (possibly dirty) sock to wipe a smear of disgusting boogers off my son's nose.
And that I'd have to stick my hand into a public toilet to retrieve a truck.
...then my dream came true today.
Yay me.
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