Ice Cream Sandwich Facial

For some reason Drew feels as if he has to bathe in his food.  Any time he gets anything and can smear on his hands he does exactly that.  He smears is on his face, in his hair and on his clothes.  I joke that we go through a bottle of Shout a week.  Actually we go through it in about a month.  Drew had a cheeseburger and fries for lunch today.  We had lunch with my mother-in-law (who, by the way, I absolutely adore).  She knows that Drew likes ketchup and put some on his tray for him to dip his fries.  He instead dipped his fingers and went to smearing.  Dessert was half an ice cream sandwich.  He wasn't sure what to do with it at first but got the hang of it pretty quick.  First, he held it, squeezed it and then licked it.  He looked at Nana and gave and appreciative mmMMmm.  He bit into it and then it started falling apart.  He did the best he could to manage but it just sort of got all over his hands.  Once he had a nice ice cream sandwich coating on his hands he decided it was time to bathe.  And bathe he did.