Papa B
The Potato Thing
Many fathers, at some time in their tenure, come to the sad realization that they don’t remember their children’s name. This phenomenon is often satorized by comedian and scholar alike. Knowing this affliction would ultimately over take me I decided that I needed a plan. So I went with potatos. You know, like the song. “One potato, two potato, three potato, four… five potato, six potato, seven potato more.” (We anticipated a large blessing from the Lord.)
And that’s the way it went. I’ve trained my older four daughters to respond to their potato number. It’s not uncommon for friends and family hear me bellow out “One Potato… Two Potato… Three Potato… Four Potato… it’s time to go.”