Where Mashed Potatoes Come From...

We talk about food a lot in my house.

It's something that's very important to us, considering that Blake's first word to me after I pick him up from school is "Eat."

"You can have a snack as soon as we get home, buddy."

"Eat."

You can see what I mean.

This evening on the way to scouts, we discussed something else near and dear to us, also related to food: teeth.

Hunter informed me that people have sharp teeth to eat meat, and flat teeth to eat plants, like corn, broccoli, and peas.

This is where Blake entered the conversation, and those of you who regularly read my blog know that this almost always leads to something amusing.

"Don't forget mashed potatoes," he said. "But we don't have to chew mashed potatoes. 'Cause they're already chewed. By God.

And God doesn't have any germs."

What do you say to this?

The only thing I could think of was "You're right...God doesn't have any germs."

Of course, Hunter wondered why I was laughing so hard and reminded me to "watch the road, Man! Stop laughing and drive before we die!"

I hope to someday understand where Blake's ideas come from, because it's certainly more entertaining than the facts.

I truly love my kids, and cherish the smiles they bring me.

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Thanks for reading my ranting,

Brad