Hot Potato
Here's the explanation for the following pictures, which omit Mildred and I, the two principal figures in the tale.
Scene: Millie and I are cleaning up the kitchen.
Millie: "Mama, are your hands cold?"
Me: "What?! No, I'm fine."
Millie: "Well, are your EARS cold?"
Me: "No, not really."
WHOOOMPH!
In one smooth motion, she covered both of my ears with freshly baked potatoes, still warm from the oven. One
thing I never would have known without Mildred. Warm potatoes on one's
ears feel just right. Let's start a trend!
Next thing I knew, all of us in the room were wearing baked potatoes on our ears. And it looked so funny, I grabbed my camera.
You are so jealous of my beautiful children.
I
include this last snapshot because it looks like Annika's potatoes
are simultaneously resting on the shelf and on her head. Let's pretend I
planned it.
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