Potatoes?

Kate has started kindergarten, and her new school focuses on public speaking. Between now and the end of September, she'll do Share Time three different days....the children (two per day) stand up, tell about the item they've brought, and call on three different friends to ask questions.

Kate wants to bring crusty bugs. You know what they are....the creepy exoskeletons of cicadas left clinging violently to trees, leaves, and most anything organic.

She'll touch them and for that I am proud; I would avoid these like the plague as a child. So tonight we needed to head outside, collect some crusty bugs, and come back in for supper.

The Mimi asked where we were going and I told her -- to pick off some shells of Cicadas.

"Potatoes?" she asked.

"SUH - KAY - DUHS" I just about shouted. And by the time I hit the door, I was giggling. Scott knew something had been Lost in Translation. Recounting the brief exchange, we both got a huge belly laugh out this.

Potatoes....cicadas....whatever.