For just a moment to pack for our trip to Grandma and Grandpa's. Do you want to come upstairs and help, or play nicely downstairs, Mark?
No. Such an adorable smile. I closed the lid of the toilet and went about my work.
I heard the rustling of plastic while I was working, and assumed he was checking out some of the plastic-wrapped magazines that hadn't been opened yet. But I did come down to check after a few minutes.
There he sat, in the entryway, with the bag of potatoes Daddy just brought home. He'd opened it, and had a little pile of potatoes surrounding him.
"Let's put them back," I said, holding the bag open for him to put them back in. He did, happily. Then he went over to the table by the door and brought over three more.
Then he went to the front window and brought over four or five more.
Then he went to the little table in the living room where Daddy was using his computer and brought me seven or eight more.
I think that's all.
But if you find a potato in the toybox, that's the story.
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