Reminds me of my father teasing us kids back when we were very small. He was a passionate recreational fishermen, and sometimes he'd come home with smelly grime on his hands from a day out in the water handling bait and fish, a grime that needed to be scrubbed away rather than superficially washed as he already had.

He would pretend to chase us and try to rub our faces with his "fish hands," as we called them.

I got a flash of that ancient memory while reading your story. :-)