Inquireth the eldest Curmudgeon, who is going through another oral fixation, while I'm cleaning up from dinner: "Daddy can I lick this off?"
[She's holding our unwashed garlic press to my face]
Respondeth I: "Well, actually I don . . . well . . . yes, I supposed you could . . . if you really want to . . . go ahead."
You can guess the rest.