Luka in the sky with rice...

As everyone knows, people in Japan eat a lot of rice, even my son. The thing is, I never really realized how much rice we ate until Luka came along. Now I find dried pieces of rice all over of the apartment, or stuck in hidden creases of my son's clothes. Don't get me wrong, we clean the apartment and his clothes regularly, but somehow these renegade pieces of rice always seem to get away...