We’re hanging outside, testing Poly’s new long leash. Alice and Charles are digging in one of Mom’s abandoned raised beds. Charles somehow found a potato under the dirt. I had to come look at it because Charles didn’t recognize it in the wild. He kept on digging and found a second, very small, potato a bit later.
Charles: Let’s dig for potatoes!
Alice: OK!
Charles: [to Alice] There no potatoes there!
Dad: Charles, how do you know that?
Charles: I do!
Dad: Because you have a magic potato sense?
Charles: Yes!
Charles ended up finding 4 or so potatoes and Mom cooked them up for supper. Charles refused to eat them. I found them quite tasty.
