Little Dipper

Reagan is a dipper, have I told you this?
She dips everything from goldfish to chips to crackers to cheese slices to pizza to her stubby, little fingers.
Her dips of choice are salsa and ranch dressing but she’ll settle for bbq or marinara sauce if she’s desperate.
What’s worse is that Reagan can be, if left unsupervised (and by unsupervised I mean we glance at our own plates for three seconds now and then) a double dipper. I know it’s gross. Probably your kids are above it but mine feels that one chip can be dipped at least half a dozen times. The chip is literally bending with sogginess from multiple dippings and she’ll dip again, completely unfazed.
If there is even the slightest bit of dip left in her bowl and she’s run out of dipping material, Reagan swipes her fingers around and around until the bowl gleams as though fresh from the dishwasher. This trick often leads to “dip mouth” which means she has a ring of the evening’s selected sauce all around her lips. She then attempts to stretch her tongue this way and that and chase the dip around until it’s all been secured away in her mouth.
Waste not, want not, I suppose. And the dipping continues….