The other day I was washing dishes, and Hannah was standing by our back slider. It had recently been washed (by someone other than me because I'm past caring what windows look like right now) and she was patting the glass. As I looked over at her, she had her face pressed up against the glass, so I asked her what she was doing. THIS is what I got for my trouble.
"I'm kissing the window Mommy, it's not yucky, it's SO fun"