Baby Gritball

When we were little my Mom used to tell us, after a long hot day of sticky and/or greasy food and lots and lots of dirt with a dash of sweat, that we were gritballs.  Now that Isaac is mobile, eating all sorts of food, and it is warm out, I understand what she meant. 

Here is a picture of Baby Gritball saying cheese after a day at Brimfield with a streak of dirt across his chin made by a combination of strawberry juice and dust: