Why are kids so gross? They are super cute which sort of offsets it, but I mean… really. Why are they so gross? My dad was watching the kids downstairs at my parents house this morning while I was upstairs making beds and packing up. When I went up he was washing dishes and the kids were all playing separately. Quietly. Nicely. I had only been upstairs for a few minutes when I heard him call up: Dad: “Uhhh, H? You might want to come downstairs…” Me, not hearing any bedlam or crying: “Why? What’s up?” Dad: “P is, uh… his mittens are brown. He’s reaching behind and his mittens…