The weather was terrible here this week, tornado's and severe thunder storms, and we had just about exhausted our toy selection, until we found good ole Mister Potato Head in the back of the closet.
G put him altogether and then said "mama, that his poop?"
No son, that is his moustache. Although, it actually resembles poop. He is so smart, genius maybe (so says his mama)
Let's Hear it for Poop Staches
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