My son likes to lick. Nothing I do makes him stop. So when he licked my hand, I rubbed it all over his face. He laughed and turned his head this way and that. We were having a pretty good time with it. I told him to lick my hand again because it was drying off, and he started blowing at it to dry it faster. He was so cute going “puff, puff, puff” on my hand. So I threatened to blog about him. He doesn’t think I’ll really do it. Hah!