The Potato Dance

Last night, as we were finishing dinner, the children were wired and being very silly.  They were standing with their backs to us and then making us count down from five, then turning around the dancing.  They were shaking, writhing, and flailing.  Brandt picked up a potato from a bucket that needed to be put downstairs and began gyrating around while singing, "Have a potato! Have a potato! They are really nice!"  This from a kid who won't eat a potato unless it is french fried.  It was post-prandial entertainment at its finest.