Last night Lola screamed, "Mommy! Mommy!" in the night. I dragged myself into her room, where she, crying, told me that she dreamed "there was a potato, without any skin, in my bed, and he was eating himself. And there's another one over there! (pointing towards the side of her bed by the wall) Another potato without skin! I'm scared!"
I ended up sleeping with her for the rest of the night to protect her from the self-cannibalizing potatoes.
3 comments:
You're a better mom than I. I'm afraid I'd have armed her with a bottle of Heinz 57 and said, "The best defense against potatoes is a trusty bottle of ketchup," and told her to cuddle it.
I like my self-cannibalizing potatoes with butter and a pinch of Old Bay...nom nom nom.
*Dies*
You should write a book. Thank god you have a blog. Fiction doesn't get better than this.
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