Chef Picasso

As recounted to me by Andy:

Yesterday, Andy spent the day at home with Ivan who has an eye/ear infection.

He spent most of the afternoon on the porch, playing with playdoh on his toy table. For some reason, he was wearing pants, but was shirtless.

Then he wanted yogurt. He wanted to eat it on the toy table. (The last few days, he wants to eat the yogurt and other food in various places--on the table, on the coffee table, on the porch table, on the toy table which is on the porch).

Andy let him.

Then some 10 minutes later, Ivan returned to the kitchen, where Andy was marinating chicken to put on the grill, demanding to get the big plastic water bottle.

"Watr, watr," he said.

Andy was intrigued, but he filled the bottle with water and gave it to him.

Ivan rushed back to the porch.

Andy could hear him swooshing something on the table.

He had smeared with the spoon yogurt, playdoh and water across the entire table and the surrounding area.

"Cooking, cooking," he told Andy.

Andy took photos. Ivan looks like a little Picasso working on his oevre.

Later, then ate "chicken from the fire." With ketchup, of course.