Hands are tricky

Hannah had just announced that she was done with her oatmeal. I took her bowl away and was wetting a washcloth at the sink.

Hannah: "What are you doing Mama?"
Me: "I'm getting a washcloth wet so I can wash your hands."

Hannah puts one of her hands in front of her face and scowls at it. She points at it, then begins poking it with her other hand like a drill sergeant and says, "Hey! Hand! I just cleaned you didn't I?!" After examining it further and finding more oatmeal between her fingers, she states, "You're all sticky! That's naughty!"

*sigh* This isn't some sequel to that Alfred Hitchcock story I hope.