Butter Boy

I really only went upstairs to sit in my big chair for five minutes, and plan my week. I ran downstairs again when I heard an unusual complaint, "Mommy, Sam's all buttery!" Yes, he was finger painting. On the dining room floor. With a full stick of nicely softened butter. Judging from his face, he ate quite a bit too.

I couldn't get mad at him at all for some reason, it was just too funny. I put him in the bathroom, put soap on his hands, and told him to wash. Washing his hands is his favorite daily activity, so I thought he'd go to it. I cleaned up the floor and came back to check on him, only to realize he decided to wash his face too. And hair. His hair was an oil slick. Because there is no bathtub (only a shower!) in the awesome 'New Minnesota House' so we packed up for an emergency trip to grandma's bathtub. Sam's certainly making an effort to get more calories.