The One Eyed Potato Man is the only story Lorene really remembers from her very young childhood. She remembers Grandpa reading it to her when Lynette was a teeny tiny baby.
I have no idea what the story is about anymore and I didn't take the time to go to the library, check it out and read it to Zane just so we could know what the story is about so you don't have to go and do it yourself.
Anyway, trying to read a story to Zane is like trying to stuff an eel into a sock. And I bet it wouldn't matter whether the eel was alive or dead.
I thought about that book today as I was peeling potatoes to make soup for supper.
Zane wanted to help me. The kind of help that means yelling at the top of his lungs until I pick him up so he can see what I'm doing.
Of course, then I can't peel any potatoes.
The best way to entertain Zane is to have him next to me on a chair. The next best is to find him something to spread all over the kitchen floor that will entertain him for a very long time (about 5 min in mom time).
The potatoes seemed like a good idea. They fit in his hands, are easy to pick up and not as messy as the flour he dumped all over the floor earlier.
He can get them all by himself.
They fit in his hands.
They roll on the floor.
They are too big to swallow.