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The Movie: Mom Meets Mr. Booger Head, aka, Mr. Potato Head

OK, you asked for it, here it is!

My mom’s first encounter with Mr. Booger Head, aka, Mr. Potato Head, captured live for your viewing pleasure.

So, count with me …

One potato,

Two potato,

Three potato,

Four …

Click on the play button,

And you’ll get a laugh and more!

PS – You may need to turn up the sound.

PSS – Click HERE to read more about mom and Mr. BH. 

He’s Got the Whole World …

If you haven’t realized it by now, mom loves to sing. She always has and our family has, too.

So, it was not unusual for one or all of us to break out in song anytime, night or day. And today, at breakfast, it was no exception.

Mom transformed the spoon in her right hand from a utensil for eating cereal to a drumstick for beating on the table and started singing, “he’s got the whole world in his hands, he’s got the whole world in his hands, he’s got the whole world in his hands, he’s got the whole world in his hands,” to the beat of her own drum.

Needless to say, I was singing harmony and clapping my hands to mom’s beat. It was a great way to kick start the day!

Minutes later, we were in the car heading to mom’s adult day care when she started singing again, and frankly my mind was on an upcoming traffic light and so I wasn’t paying attention to the song she was singing. But, when I realized she was singing He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands, but with a new twist, I was fully engaged.

She was singing at top of her lungs, “he’s got the whole world in his pants, he’s got the whole world in his pants, he’s got the whole world in his pants, he’s got the whole world in his pants.”

I don’t know if the traffic light was red, green or yellow. And, before I could say anything, mom stopped singing, looked at me and said, “that’s funny.”

That’s when I started to laugh.

All I could say was, “Lord only knows, mom. What goes on in heaven, stays in heaven.”

Girls Lie About Their Age

When I told mom I had known her since the day I was born, she said, “Isn’t that nice.”
Then I asked her how old she was and she said, “Six!”
I thought she would laugh at herself after what I thought was a really funny reply.
Then she said it again, “I’m six. I love my mother and daddy, my brothers and sister, my aunts and all the Watkins. We are all powerful people. Especially my daddy, Dr. B. H. Martin. He is a powerhouse. He can make anybody well if they do what he tells them to do. If they don’t, then they just die. That’s it.
He takes me with him everywhere he goes.”
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