potato

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House is quiet. Phone rings. Older son calling.

"Hi," I say.  "Hang on a sec, I was just painting a potato." Silence at his end.  "I mean, I'm painting a picture of a potato - not painting the potato, not painting on a potato." "Oh," he says. "Oh. For a moment, there..."

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But he wasn´t sure for a moment. What is this telling us about you?
Thank you for the morning laugh. Keep on painting. :)

The first three lines sort of sound like a haiku

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