The Real Mr. Potato Head
Tweedle-A came home from school one day with a whacky, cut-up, potato. It looked like Mr. Potato Head had a crude lobotomy; and, by crude I mean it looked like preschoolers had operated by removing the top part of his head instead of taking those funky chunks of gray matter out through his nostrils. Googley eyes and buttons for ears, this potato’s cranial opening was packed with cotton balls covered with grass seed. A little water, and a few days later and Mr. Potato Head was sporting a green mohawk in time for St. Patrick’s Day.
Definitely something to blog about.