Me: Zachary, would you help me clean the baseboards? I'll give you a treat and also tell Papa that you helped me when he comes home from work. He'd be very proud.
Zachary: OK, but can I smell the cleaner first?
(Zachary sniffs it and approves)
Zachary: Also, what exactly is it we're cleaning off the baseboards?
Me: Oh, it's dust and splashes from milk and stuff.
Zachary: Stuff? Like what kind of stuff? What would you say is the grossest thing that would be on there?
Me: Oh, I don't know, food I guess.
Zachary: Any mucus?
Me: No, I don't think so.
Zachary: OK, then.