Hey mama...a potato! Can I get it?
Of course...that's why we're here!
See that mound of soil...that came out of a pot that we grew potatoes in!
The little taters were so easy to find when grown in barrels or pots, no digging, no shovel or pitchfork required...
A brilliant way to grow potatoes!
Hey mama, a red one...look its still attached.
Mama why is it sill stuck to this squishy old potato?
Cause that's the mama potato and the little ones are the baby potatoes.
Oh...
Note: After yesterday's post I am not even going to comment on the old squishy mama potato...no I am not! And you better not either...
Well look there...baby bakers and baby red fingerling, ahhhh!
Sweet Girl made sure the littlest were safe as she carried them to the house in her dress...
Each was carefully washed and set to dry...
And since this is a nice family blog I will not go into the details of the royal hissy fit Baby Boy threw when he could not reach the water to wash his potatoes...I will not...because I've blocked it out...
forever...
Peace was again restored to his little world when I told him that his job was to find just the perfect spot on the towel for each and every potato...
And to tell each one what a nice little potato it was...which he did...to each and every last one!
So as a parting word of advice for any parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, cousin, or friend of a child out there.
Please let them get their hands dirty...let them dig in the dirt.
Let them learn where their food comes from.
This world will better off for it...
Trust me on this, I know...
'Cause I'm as old as dirt...
Well almost!
