More like Papa Teddy Bears.
When your second child did it, you'd wipe it off on your pants before handing it back.
When your third child did it, you'd have the dog fetch it and return it to them.
Not because you loved your third child any less, but because you learned they were not quite so fragile as you had initially thought. FWIW, I'm the 4th of 7 kids . . . probably why I never got used to getting coddled or doing much of any coddling.