Dirty joke

My mom, bless her heart, is always trying to keep us clean and germ-free. When she breaks out the organic hand sanitizer in the tiny spray bottle, my reflexes kick in and my hands shoot straight out, palms up, ready to be misted.

Last weekend, in an act I can only imagine was retaliation for all those times she's been misted against her will (especially that one time Mom woke Rowan up by misting her feet mid-nap...don't even ask about that one), Rowan gave the local park swing a good lick.