True story.  Seriously.

When this happened, I remember thinking, “Huh.  I guess it got there while I was unbuckling my toddler from her chair after dinner.”

After a quick check for more, I quickly dismissed it from my mind.  I mean, I’d be showering soon enough anyway, right?  And really, mashed potatoes are not the worst thing, by far, that my kids have gotten on me…

{{{This was originally posted at roamingrosie.blog.com, but I’ve since transferred my blog here}}}