So a family of potatoes are sitting down to dinner.
There is a father potato :
and three daughter potatoes :
: (the eldest)
(the middle)
(the youngest).
The father notices that his eldest daughter appears to be malcontent. He asks her:
Hun, what's wrong? You're just playing with your food.
Dad, I'm worried that I'll never find a good 'tater to marry.
That's foolish. Of course you will. What kind of 'tater are you looking to marry?
*...sigh* I guess I would want to marry an Idaho potato.
Ahhh, yes. Them'r good 'taters. Yep... good 'taters come from there.
The father saw this as an opportunity to include the rest of the family into the conversation. He then asked his middle daughter:
Now how about you? What kind of 'tater would
you like to marry?
I dunno dad. I guess I'd like to marry a sweet 'tater.
That's nice! Them'r good 'taters too!
Even though the father knew that the youngest daughter was far too young to really understand the conversation, he thought that it would be fun to include her as well.
What about you, little one? What kind of 'tater would
you like to grow up to marry?
hehehe.. I'd wanna marry Dan Rather!
[perplexed] ... b..but hun. Dan Rather is just a commen
tater.
*insert sad trombone scale, here.*