One night, the Potato family sat down to dinner–Mother Potato
and her three daughters. Midway through the meal, the eldest
daughter spoke up. “Mother Potato?” she said. “I have an
announcement to make.”
“And what might that be?” said Mother, seeing the obvious
excitement in her eldest daughter’s eyes.
“Well,” replied the daughter, with a proud but sheepish grin,
“I’m getting married!”
The other daughters squealed with surprise as Mother Potato
exclaimed, “Married! That’s wonderful! And who are you
marrying, Eldest daughter?”
“I’m marrying a Russet!”
“A Russet!” replied Mother Potato with pride.
“Oh, a Russet is a fine tater, a fine tater indeed!”
As the family shared in the eldest daughter’s joy, the
middle daughter spoke up. “Mother? I, too, have an
announcement.”
“And what might that be?” encouraged Mother Potato.
Not knowing quite how to begin, the middle daughter
paused, then said with conviction, “I, too, am getting
married!”
“You, too!” Mother Potato said with joy. “That’s wonderful!
Twice the good news in one evening! And who are you
marrying, Middle Daughter?”
“I’m marrying an Idaho!” beamed the middle daughter.
“An Idaho!” said Mother Potato with joy. “Oh, an Idaho is
a fine tater, a fine tater indeed!”
Once again, the room came alive with laughter and excited
plan for the future, when the youngest Potato daughter
interrupted. “Mother? Mother Potato? Um, I, too, have an
announcement to make.”
“Yes?” said Mother Potato with great anticipation.
“Well,” began t he youngest Potato daughter with the same
sheepish grin as her eldest sister before her, “I hope this
doesn’t come as a shock to you, but I am getting married,
as well!”
“Really?” said Mother Potato with sincere excitement. “All
of my lovely daughters married! What wonderful news! And
who, pray tell, are you marrying, Youngest Daughter?”
“I’m marrying Peter Jennings!”
“PETER JENNINGS?!” Mother Potato scowled suddenly. “But
he’s just a common tater!”
