Potato Head

It has been “all Potato Head, all the time” lately. I had bought the potato heads and bucket of parts for Reid for Christmas last year but she received so much that we decided to hold it back. I wasn’t sure that she’d like it but I had warm and fuzzy memories from childhood. Turns out, she likes it, too. A lot. She enjoys having Ken or me playing with her and she does need assistance getting some of the pieces in and out. Reid has a clear idea of what should go there. I like to mess with her mind and put arms on the front and tongues in the ears and that sort of thing. It really stresses her out; she says, “no, no, no” and pulls them out as fast as she can. Ken is a much better assistant and he mostly does what she wants. I’m not sure why, but the Mama Potato Head always needs to have the moustache on her face. Reid says that she doesn’t think *I* have a moustache but maybe she is trying to protect my feelings. She often gives the Daddy a purse which causes Ken to comment but at least isn’t a judgement of his physiology.  ;+) Reid mentioned that there is hair for the Potato Heads at daycare but I’ve never seen any. Have you?

If ever you’re in Ottawa, ask about the potatoes and I’m sure she’ll dig them out.

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