Potaytoes or Potaughtoes

My spelling is probably terrible, and the pronunciation really doesn’t matter, but you don’t get to blog about potatoes very often so I had to lead with that.

Anyway, last night as my bride and I got ready to out ourselves to bed, we noticed that one of our children had left us each a raw potato on our pillow. Her’s was in a Tupperware with the top on it and mine was on a plate. Ella denied any involvement when asked and Miles just smiled. When Miles rolled into our room this morning, he asked if we got our potatoes but still wouldn’t offer and explanation.

So we got potatoes and we don’t have a clue why. And this is one if the many mysteries of parenthood…

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