Endearing

I was walking through the house cleaning smudges and fingerprints off of every possible surface. Some of the walls I was scrubbing had only been painted two weeks ago. Finally, a little exasperated, I said, "What do you guys do, walk through the house running your hands over everything?"

Henry, without even looking up from his breakfast cereal, shrugged and said, "Yep. That's part of what makes us kids so darn endearing."

Not exactly my sentiment.