As we were driving to Blackfoot to pick up my stranded, car-broken-down little brother today, Tyrel and I were enjoying a few moments alone.
Just us.
No baby.
It was a quiet drive.
Also nice.
But quiet.
And pleasant.
And rather quite.
After a few minutes of silence, Tyrel turns to me and says,
"I think potatoes are really cool."
I turned and looked at the happiest, most serious but extremely bright eyes.
And burst out laughing.
I think this seals the deal.
I married the cutest Idaho boy ever made.
Whatever. if you could cut yourself in half, then multiply, other people would think you were cool, too. :)
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