I stuffed another appendage into the brown vegetable and tilted my head. "Well apparently that is what a Mr. Potato Head looked like when grandma was little." I said using my "teaching" voice that instructed my preschoolers that they should be paying very close attention. I looked down to see them looking at me confused. I could see in their eyes that they were as bewildered as I was.
I looked back at the hideous object. It looked like a mangled potato with toy parts sticking out of it. A Frankenstein. I sighed. When my kids had found the box of parts in among the old toys I should have known it was going to be a bad day. One of his arms fell off and my preschoolers burst into laughter. I smirked. Well okay maybe not such a bad day. I stuck in his arm where is nose should have been to more laughter.
After every part had been every place possible and my kids had gone off to bigger and better things. I stared down at the poor vegetable. He looked like a strange voodoo doll. What do you do with a potato that is full of holes? I wondered. I popped him in the microwave. Once he was steaming I covered him in butter and sour cream. I moved my fork full to my lips in anticipation, and took out bite.
I let out a held breath. This was a it. True love. Well, except for the fact that he was a potato.
My kids chose that moment to re-enter the room. "Mommy you're EATING Mr. Potato Head?" My son exclaimed and they both burst into laughter. "Mommy, that's naughty!"
I smiled and took another huge bite as my kids started screaming "No! No!" and running around me giggling.
I should have known when we found that box that it was going to be a good day.
I let out a held breath. True love. Well, except for the fact that he was ancient. Oh, and perhaps the 8.31 light years between us might be a problem too. I loved Jimmy's voice. That thick honeyed croon of his seemed to resonate across my skin leaving goosebumps every time I played his voice off the recording we had just received from Earth.
I let out a held breath. This was a it. True love. Well, except for the fact that he was a figment of my imagination, my main character's love interest, and a vampire. Really, though, only two of those were a problem for me.
I stuffed another appendage into the brown vegetable and tilted my head. "Well apparently that is what a Mr. Potato Head looked like when grandma was little." I said using my "teaching" voice that instructed my preschoolers that they should be paying very close attention. I looked down to see them looking at me confused. I could see in their eyes that they were as bewildered as I was.
ReplyDeleteI looked back at the hideous object. It looked like a mangled potato with toy parts sticking out of it. A Frankenstein. I sighed. When my kids had found the box of parts in among the old toys I should have known it was going to be a bad day. One of his arms fell off and my preschoolers burst into laughter. I smirked. Well okay maybe not such a bad day. I stuck in his arm where is nose should have been to more laughter.
After every part had been every place possible and my kids had gone off to bigger and better things. I stared down at the poor vegetable. He looked like a strange voodoo doll. What do you do with a potato that is full of holes? I wondered. I popped him in the microwave. Once he was steaming I covered him in butter and sour cream. I moved my fork full to my lips in anticipation, and took out bite.
I let out a held breath. This was a it. True love. Well, except for the fact that he was a potato.
My kids chose that moment to re-enter the room.
"Mommy you're EATING Mr. Potato Head?" My son exclaimed and they both burst into laughter. "Mommy, that's naughty!"
I smiled and took another huge bite as my kids started screaming "No! No!" and running around me giggling.
I should have known when we found that box that it was going to be a good day.
LOL. Nicely done, Jaime. I totally didn't see where that was going.
ReplyDeleteSo cute! Mr. Potato-head cannibalism at it's best!
ReplyDeleteJaime, that was great! Nice twist!
ReplyDeleteI let out a held breath. True love. Well, except for the fact that he was ancient. Oh, and perhaps the 8.31 light years between us might be a problem too. I loved Jimmy's voice. That thick honeyed croon of his seemed to resonate across my skin leaving goosebumps every time I played his voice off the recording we had just received from Earth.
ReplyDeleteI let out a held breath. This was a it. True love. Well, except for the fact that he was a figment of my imagination, my main character's love interest, and a vampire. Really, though, only two of those were a problem for me.
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