I am a child. Any time I eat something, part of the food inevitably ends up on my hands, which then transfers to my clothes, my keyboard, my phone. I open my laptop up and there’s a new food stain. When did it get there? And what is it? I certainly don’t have the answers.
There was a period of time where I ate peanut butter and Nutella straight from the jar. Well, not straight from the jar. I used a knife. Regardless, I ate a lot of peanut butter and a lot of Nutella, and even though a knife was used, I still managed to get it on my knuckles and fingers. It got to the point where I was surprised if it wasn’t there.
But I’m glad to say that, unlike my one-year-old niece, at least 95 per cent of the food I eat makes it in my mouth — it’s all about progress, right?
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