When my sister was little, she wiped spaghetti sauce from her mouth with a piece of bread.
This is a significant event in our family’s history because, as the Good Daughter, it is probably the one and only time Peggy ever got in trouble.
In a nanosecond, Peggy did the bread-wipe and Dad reached over and whacked her hand, which stunned us all.
Not that Dad whacked one of us, but that it was Peggy—the Good daughter!