Emma was snacking on a piece of focaccia tonight before dinner, wandering around the room with it in her hand. It had some red pepper flakes on it, but not too many, and since she didn't fuss, I figured the bread was fine. When she finished it, though, she started wiping her tongue on her hand, her sleeve, my hand, anything she could reach. When none of those things worked, she bent down, got on her hands and knees, and wiped her tongue on the family-room carpet!! My stomach is still hurting from laughing...