Dirt
 

Dirt

At a family picnic, my aunt was admonishing her six-year-old
son to wash his hands before eating.

He protested that they weren't dirty, though after a few
minutes of complaining, the boy finally did go and wash
them.

Later, while they stood in line for the condiments to add
to their hamburgers, the boy dropped his food on the grass.
He stood whimpering at his mother's side until she said:
"Oh, pick it up. A little dirt never hurt anyone." :162: