The other day Gavin came out of the bathroom butt naked (because that's how he rolls when he does his business, completely naked, even the socks have to come off) He ran out to me and assumed the check-my-butt-to-see-if-I-got-it-all position.
Example of the said position. A very clear shot to make sure it's clean.
I told him he was, in fact, clean and now all he needed to do was go wash his hands.
He said, "I don't need to wash my hands, there's no poop on them, look, smell 'em!" Hands extended out towards me to smell, but only after he himself smelled them to confirm his statement.
I don't even want to think about how many times he's used the sniff test as a way to determine if hand washing is necessary. Clorox should come out with a bleach bomb you can set off in your house weekly.
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