Dipping is a longstanding passion of hers, begun early under the Golden Arches with french fries in ketchup, continuing along with bread in applesauce to stuffed animals in bathtubs. I'm told not to encourage such behavior, as if I'm not adult enough to know this on my own. Well, I am adult enough and I obey. I am also a grandfather. Accordingly, I don't feel obliged to discourage the behavior either.
Human beings are free only for a little while.
Then, just when life is looking like it might be fun, they're plunked on a potty and ordered to do some business. K.C. She spots the wonderful pristine whiteness of the fence the instant she gets into the yard after her nap. K.C. misses nothing. Pick a drowned housefly out of the wading pool and immediately she goes looking for it. Move a ball off the step where it might break someone's neck, she'll find it and put it back.