Flying Spaghetti Monster

In my family it is traditional to take a photo of a child basically covered in spaghetti. Here's mine.

Black and white photos don't really do justice to the genre.

A side note: yes, that is a sock on my hand. I had cut my little finger while helping my mother wash dishes and when the stitches were removed I promptly pulled the cut open again. The sock was an effort to stop this.

We haven't fed the boys much spaghetti. Mostly they've eaten rotini but that's a pretty tame sort of pasta and doesn't cause messes beyond the norm. Recently we have started giving them spaghetti in all its pastafarian splendor.

Did someone say splendor?

Grant, at least, maintained his dignity.

And thus we introduce the Spa-goatee, similar in form, if not function, to the fabled Yo-tee.