A Peculiarity (1 of many)

I hate being sticky. Once, when I was a kid, my parents and I (not sure if my brother was present) were sitting down for breakfast. My parents were talking amongst themselves when I began to start whining and waving my arms. They asked me what was wrong...(here come's the punchline)...and I pointed to my mouth, which had a ring of milk encompassing. It hasn't gotten any better since then. I have been able to remain calm in most sticky situations ("sticky" is being used litterly here) since then, but it is still a crutch: if one of my hands becomes sticky, it is rendered useless. I will literally hold my hand away from my body (palm upright) until I find something wet to wipe it with. This can be very entertaining for those around me.