A few weeks ago the girls and I were forced to repeatedly use a Port-O-Potty. That's music festivals, for you. So as we struggled to escape the clutches of being a bit to close to everyone else's excrement, I doled out some hand wipes.
"Here, wipe your hands!" I instructed. "They kill 99.9% of all germs."
And then Hazel asked, "Mommy, what's the .01% of germs it doesn't kill?"