Dirt in the wrong hands

Nearly tripping over his own paws when the call came, at least at first, Tato had gotten pretty excited about joining his family in doing... whatever it was they were doing. Still, somewhere between here and there he got distracted. A passing bee had dragged the pup's attention off to something else entirely. With his too-big paws and paddling steps, he really couldn't help himself. He was maybe a little late in joining the rest, but that was fine. They probably wouldn't notice, right? (It was hard not to notice, of course, as the chonky lad moved to join the rest.)

They were messing with something, and it was something squishy. Squishy... Potato was down with squishy! He poked at it first, looking to Tachi as he spoke. "You should lick it!" The boy giggled, eyebrows wiggling at his brother. His head tossed, and he settled (as settled as he ever was) to poke and smoosh at the wet lump. What were they making? Was it going to be fun? Potato set about getting his paws nice and messy. Fun, fun indeed!

"Potato"