I'm told that, at one point when I was around 3, it was terribly important that I move every single potato in the house into the bathroom. Not into the toilet, just into the bathroom. They ended up sort of piled around the little stool my parents were keeping in there.
I do not remember this myself. The only reason it's remembered at all is because my mother took a fnorking picture of me, in the bathroom door, potato in hand and incriminating pile of potatoes behind me. Otherwise I could deny the whole thing.
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Date: 2003-04-12 03:55 pm (UTC)I do not remember this myself. The only reason it's remembered at all is because my mother took a fnorking picture of me, in the bathroom door, potato in hand and incriminating pile of potatoes behind me. Otherwise I could deny the whole thing.