I asked Seth to go downstairs and get me some potatoes for supper. I handed him a a big bowl and off he trotted. I did not think to clarify that I wanted him to FILL the bowl with potatoes. He came back with 4 tiny potatoes rolling about in the bottom of the bowl. You see, he hates potatoes. The less there are for supper, the less there will be for him to eat.
Nothing wrong with that lad's gray matter...still functioning better than ours!!!!
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