You might have an addiction.
It was darling when you asked for "masha-ta-toes" for breakfast this weekend. Both days.
It was very cute when you wanted them for dinner as well.
Then there was waking up this morning to a raw red potato on my nightstand.
It had bite marks in it.
And they weren't mine.
I, myself, have been known to order loaded mashed potatoes for BOTH of my sides at restaurant. If it is an addiction, you probably get it from my side of the family.
I've got the morning off from work anyway. How about we head out for a breakfast of hashbrowns, just the two of us?
We can ask for a side of mashed, if you want.
I love you,
P.S. Just wait until you see Thanksgiving!