Is there something instinctive about loving mashed potatoes? Maybe. Is there something instinctive about loving a mashed potato girl? Yep. Look at that wet greasy hair!

(I must clarify that her hair isn’t wet because it’s greasy. It’s wet because I reached over while washing dishes to sweep the hair out of her eyes. But, yeh, her hair is a bit greasy, too, after waking up from her nap today. It was 90 degrees here today!)