I think, I have stink on my fingers.

Now, normally, that would be my cue to say, "Alright honey, I'm heading out the door. Be back around ten." Sadly, under the circumstances, I must become detective. I must first identify the stink, then find the source, clean the fingers, clean the source, redress the child, set her at the new table to eat only to say. "Zoë...did you...why...I...COME HERE!"

"How did you even get poop on your nose?"

"I was smelling my fingers."

...having problems focusing at work today. :)

-J