Not what you want them to want.
I dropped Gaby at her new Daycare centre this morning, Her carer met us in the lobby and she bid Gaby a good morning.
In return Gaby flipped her the finger and said “FINGER!”.
In Gaby’s defence, the nail on that finger had gust come off after I accidentally shut her finger in a door a few weeks ago.
Still, funny story.
When I was a kid we used to get plastic bags in the mail from the Salvos, or it may have been the Smith Family, so we could donate old clothes. We used to get them around “Spring cleaning” time, and it was pretty cool because you knew the stuff was going to someone who needed it.