I'm Just a Hanke

To my recollection, the situation presented itself quite joyfully.  The boisterous toddler rushed upon my person with arms outstretched for sweet embrace.  Or so I thought.  As soon as Gilana's arms were properly wrapped about my legs, the little head swished to and fro depositing the leaking contents of her nose.  I had been used-- and in a quite sordid manner.