One of our family bonding experiences was Mom letting Charles help out in painting an outdoor chair from Mom’s paternal grandmother with protective silver paint. Charles liked this, but near the end he managed to get a big splot of paint on his hand. He tried washing it off, but it was oil based so that didn’t work. He was very upset about it, claiming it was still sticky but I couldn’t detect that. I told him to just wait a few days and it would all come off, but that was unsatisfactory. My view was “bummer!” but Mom, the soft touch that she is, used caustic and poisonous chemicals to remove the paint from his hand. When he has mutant children later on, we’ll know who to blame.