My daughter has a friend over; they’re hanging out. However, when they came into the kitchen where I was preparing dinner, I heard the child blowing her nose. Without turning around, I then heard the sink running. It was my daughter washing her own hands…. as if to hint to this child, come no now, you’re turn.
And without looking back, I knew that in this instance, I may have fucked up. Because my daughter shot me a look of fear/disgust… which may have mirrored my own face.