it could have been much, much worse
Paul: (Looking in the hood of my cardigan) EUGH! What's that?
Me: (Craning head, temporarily forgetting that I do not have the neck bones of an owl) What? What?!
Paul: I think your son has deposited something in your hoodie.
Me: (Pulls hood towards face, notices brown smeary dried substance) Oh, it's just one of his granola bars from breakfast. (Nonchalantly picks dried food out of clothing and pitches it into the bin)
Paul: Ewww it looks like poo! And you're still wearing the hoodie! Ewwww!
Once again I say to you, "yummy mummy" my arse.