Mashed potato madness

Xander was eating mashed potatoes with his hands. This was fine.

However, Yentl jumped up on the windowsill behind him. And he petted her. Gently. So I felt I had to congratulate him for the gentle petting, instead of confusing him by berating him for the now mashed-potato-covered cat.

He then dropped his sippy cup. Stupidly, I bent to retrieve it. I had my hair in a ponytail. He yanked on it, and threaded his fingers through my hair. I now have mashed-potato-covered hair.

All this happened at once, in less than two minutes flat.

It was a very, very messy two minutes.