Smash Cake

Yesterday, was Declan's birthday, CC and JC's son.  He turned one years old, so they threw him a small party to celebrate.  Unfortunately, because of the contagion running through Troy's daycare, we were unable to attend.  But this was a story that came out of the day.

JC had gotten Declan a smash cake, which is a small cake made just for the baby to dig his hands into and get messy, while the parents capture it all on film.  I'm not sure why exactly, but Declan's party theme was blue.  He had a blue hat, blue bib, and of course a blue smash cake.  When they first put it in front of him, he looked at it and then looked at his parents expectantly.  When they didn't say anything to him, he tentatively stretched his hand out toward it, keeping his eyes on them, waiting for them to tell him, "No."  When they still didn't say anything to him, he stuck his hand into it.  At that point, he didn't care how they felt about the situation.  This was something new, and it felt amazing!  He started playing with the cake, stuffing fistfuls of it into his mouth, and smiling.

When he got done and they had cleaned him up, they realized that the food coloring had dyed his hand blue.  He also had a blue goatee around his mouth.  No amount of washing could get it off.  Hoping that it would eventually fade and that they hadn't inadvertently turned their son into a Smurf, they shrugged it off.  Today, after they took him to the daycare, CC got a call from Declan's teacher.  Apparently, the smash cake had had another side-effect as well.  It had turned Declan's poop blue!  And it was acting as a poopuretic, causing him to poop three times more often.