The potatoes started growing so I started peeling them. There must have been about ten left in the paper sack, which would make quite a bit of mashed potatoes but once mashed they would be eaten. I had two peeled and chopped when my three year old niece climbed into the seat next to me.

"Timmy, what are you doing?"

"Making mashed potatoes."

"Can I help?"

"Sure but you might get a little slimy"

"That's okay, Timmy. I can wash."