"Sweetie, wipe your eye..."

"...you've got some cake on it." This was said, very caringly, by a great dad (my cousin-in-law) to his oldest daughter at yes, my grandma's party. From across a very large table, nonetheless. So it was, sort of, yelled, but in a very thoughtful tone with only her best interest at heart. I mean just think, what if some frosting were to make its way down and enter the eye, causing a weird burning sensation that only frosting could cause. He was simply looking out for his daughter's welfare, as he does at all times, shamelessly willing to sound ridiculous at the expense of his daughter's optical safety. Wow, he must be a fire fighter or something. Oh wait, his is. Lucky girl.