Mashed Potatoes

So, Gabey likes to eat flavored mashed potatoes. See for yourself. The whole process was lots of fun, but the cleaning up afterward was a little less than appetizing. I jumped in the bath with him (he's way too squirmy to try bathing while holding him up with one arm). By the time the spuds dissolved off his chubby little body, we were basically stewing in a giant tub of very runny potatoes. Eeew. Foggy water that smelled delicious. And to make the deal even sweeter, Gabe had been sitting in a baby thing in the bathroom that morning, eating graham crackers while I showered. One of the crackers got stepped on and I totally forgot to sweep it up, so there were crumbs everywhere. These crumbs, when mixed with foggy tub water, became a sticky graham cracker paste. What a lovely bathroom treat.