These Mashed Potatoes are Bleeding
“These mashed potatoes are bleeding,” the six-year old said.
I looked at them, curiously.
A white mound with a bit of yellow.
No gravy or ketchup.
A curious observation, I thiought,
“Just go with it, Grandma,” her nine-year-old sister told me.
So I did.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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