It was an ordinary afternoon until Mom decided to try something new for snack time. Instead of the usual banana or milk, she brought out a steaming bowl of mashed boiled purple potato — soft, sweet, and warm. The moment the smell reached Baby Yuri, her tiny nose twitched, and her eyes lit up like she had just discovered treasure.
Mom carefully scooped a small spoonful and blew on it to cool it down. Yuri leaned forward impatiently, little hands grabbing at the air as if to say, “Hurry up, Mom!” The first taste made her pause — she blinked, smacked her lips, and then gave the most delighted squeal. It was love at first bite.
From that moment on, Yuri was unstoppable. Every spoonful disappeared instantly, and between bites, she kept making happy humming sounds. She even tried holding the spoon herself, but most of the purple mash ended up on her cheeks and chin, making her look like a tiny, messy artist.
Mom laughed and gently wiped her face, but Yuri didn’t care about the mess — she was too busy demanding more. Even when the bowl was almost empty, she tapped her little hand on the table, wanting every last bit.
By the end of snack time, Yuri had a satisfied belly, purple-stained lips, and the proud look of someone who had found her new favorite treat. Mom knew this wasn’t just another meal — it was the start of a little tradition, one that would always remind them of the day Baby Yuri discovered her love for mashed purple potatoes.
