And no one can demonstrate those multicolored dusty bodies quite like my spawn. There is some demon deep within the inner bowels of my begin that cannot stand chalk dust. It is the equivalent for me of getting hair in my mouth. Or running out of Dr. Pepper Lip Gloss. Almost. But I don't like it. And when Middle Twerp INTENTIONALLY gets all dusty and dry, I scold him and say, "Act like you got some sense and quit getting that chalk all over you. Now dust yourself off you nine kinds of crazy boy."In which I believe he will smack his hands together, or much to my chagrin, wipe them on his pants or even (heaven forbid) wash his hands with WATER. But being the germ cautious little person he is, he removes the chalk like so....See Mom? All clean. And look at the influence he is. Someone pass the Germ X then like gag me with a spoon. Totally.