Who You Callin' Puddin' Head?

Mom didn't tell me I had to eat it or wear it, but I thought I'd coat my face in my lunch again.

Chocolate pudding or finger paints?
Peek-boo!
What was that, Mom? Don't rub my hands on my hair? Nice try, but I'm doing it anyhow.
Mom cleaned off what she could, but I still went to her office smelling like a Tootsie Roll.