hot potato

Tonight we had dinner with Mike, Shannon and the cousins. There, the little man was introduced to the game of Hot Potato and he got pretty wound up just moments before we left.

On the way home, he couldn't stop saying "HOT POT-TA-TO!" Soon it evolved into "Hot po-puppy!" (who was also in the car with us). Then hot po-streetligh! hot po-duncan!... Then, I chimed in, "Hot po-target!" And of course, Papa couldn't resist joining in on the fun, "Hot po-blanket!" Soon followed by "Hot po-bridge!" On and on until we got home.

And who says the Hernandezeseseses don't know how to party?