I remember the days of a little boy with big sensory issues. A tiny drop of paint on his fingers could trigger a meltdown. Playing with whipped cream or handprint art projects at daycare brought tears before any sort of "play" even started. Expect him to eat mashed potatoes? Heck no. Not a chance. Especially not with his fingers.
Fast forward to the here and now.
A hilarious mustache.
Smiles for days.
A little boy embracing life's most awesome messes.