"Mum, stop fussing." Luke sighed as Sarah Jane adjusted his tie for about the tenth time. He nearly banged his head on the car door as he ducked to the side, narrowly escaping another attempt to fix his hair.
"I just want you to look your best for picture day." He saw her fingers twitch and knew she wanted to mess with his clothes. He smoothed his own wrinkles and grabbed his bag from the floorboard. He was halfway out the door when she stopped him. He turned, but wouldn't get back in the car, so she had to lean way over the seats to reach him. She slipped a bit and her elbow hit the car horn. It was what she did next that had Luke nearly dying of embarrassment. Everybody had seen it. She'd reached over and smoothed the fringe from his face.
With spit on her hand.