Mashed Potatoes

Troy was eating some mashed potatoes for dinner tonight, scooping them up with his spoon and licking them off with his tongue. I’m not sure what possessed him, but at one point, he got the compulsion to wipe them on my arm instead. Seeing the mashed potatoes smeared on my arm, he said, “Ohp! Sorry.” Then, he looked at my wife and said, “Kleenex, please.” She handed him one, and he proceeded to wipe the mashed potatoes off my arm. When he was finished, he asked, “Okay, dada?” I hugged him and told him that I was okay now, and thanked him for cleaning off my arm. He’s such a sweet boy.