What else? Wiping thick snot from a toddler’s nose when you haven’t got a tissue. I used to recoil in horror when husband did this with deft use of thumb and forefinger - quite what happened to the ‘issue’ after that I wouldn’t like to say. By comparison, washing a child’s grubby face in the school line-up with only hands and warm spit, which I do, often, seems decorous. And then there’s poo.