Dialogue

Iain: "Dadadadad. Dad. Daddaad."
Me: "Let me wipe off your face, son."
Iain: squealing
Me: "Son, you just can't have gobs of raspberry jam in your nose. Mommy has to establish this as a rule."
Iain: squealing.

[wipes nose with wet wipe]

Iain: "Dad. Dad. Dad."

Good morning!