Pre-FoH, hand print marks on our stainless steel anything drove me bat shit crazy.

No! You cannot TOUCH the trash can lid to lift it up!

Allow me to explain … It’s touch less! You tap it with a foot, People. Not hands. Yet WHY is it still just too irreducible to go ahead and lift that damn lid? It just IS, I suppose. Another of life’s greater mysteries we shall have to try and solve.

Now, Post-FoH me loves every time she catches a hand print, lip slobber on windows and even food smears on counters.

Because this is life. Real Life. These are the markings and the makings }of an extension of myself} … Of self discovery and play and wonder. This is curiosity and self defiance.

It is a beautiful reminder message of being in this world.

Thank You, FoH, and your adorable, perfect tiny hands.