Dear Mr. Potato Head...

When Elliot unwrapped you and your family at Christmas, I thought I was going to have a heart attack - there were so many pieces of you; so many eyes and mouths and accessories. I wondered what Gi-Gi Roberta was thinking. Didn't I have enough stuff to pick up as it was?

But every time the girls pull you out to play with and every time I end up being the one to put all the pieces back in the container, I always find one of you with the funniest outfits on. You always have the goofiest look and your tongue is often in the wrong place.

I never expected to enjoy picking up your pieces but now I end up looking forward to it. What look has Kaia given you today? Will you have both hands or only one and will it be in the right spot or will it be coming out of the place your nose should be?

Forgive me for hating you at first. I love you now.