14 thoughts on “Tomato, potato

    • I really don’t know why I bother to explain things to him. It’s not like it makes an iota of difference in his mind.

      I guess I keep trying so I’ll know when we’ve hit the Age of Reason.

      • You’re never going to reach the Age of Reason with him, owing to his native cuteness, which will always trump anything you throw at him. It’s a sad fact, my friend, you are on the horns of a dilemma.

    • I can not begin to fathom the mind of a toddler when it comes to his newfound joy of potatoes.

      But I do know with authority from my potato-gun-at-the-houseboat days that they do indeed float. Even after they’ve been fired out of a potato gun.

  1. Why can’t you take potatoes to the pool? I mean, I can guess why you can’t take 25 potatoes to the pool. But why can’t you take, you know, two?

    • Have you ever seen a potato floating in a public pool? Just imagine it.

      I may have to walk down the street tomorrow and fling a potato or two into Glenn Lake pool

  2. “Son, we live in a society that has laws and an implied social contract. We accept limitations on personal conduct and ask the same of our fellow citizens in exchange for which we have public safety, community infrastructure, due process, and an orderly exchange of goods and services. Your right to carry around a potato with you ends where the next guys right to swim in a potato-free environment begins.

    Don’t be an anarchist son.”

    Or “cause I said so” for short.

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