Everyone Knows Potatoes Have Eyes, Not Ears

December 26, 2008 @ 8:24 pm | Filed under: Family,Hearing Loss,These People Crack Me Up,Wonderboy

Here’s my boy, hanging out having a snack with his good buddy, Mr. Potato Head.

I wondered why one of Potato Head’s ears was lying on the couch with a spare screw-cover (left over from the construction of a toy shopping cart) stuck on the end. Wonderboy informed me that it isn’t an ear—it’s a hearing aid. And it needed a new battery, of course. Evidently he went rummaging around in the drawer where we keep his own hearing aid batteries and found the little orange screw-cover.

Oh, I could just eat him up every minute of the day.

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  1. nina says:

    So so so cute and sweet. We all love him. :)

  2. Beth says:

    Could he be any cuter?!

  3. Alice Gunther says:

    Too cute!

    And so perfect!!!

  4. sarah says:

    What a sweetie pie. :-)

  5. Theresa says:

    Oh! That is so precious!!!

  6. Penny in VT says:

    Yay Wonderboy!!

  7. Meredith says:

    Adorable!!! And so handsome!

  8. Diana says:

    Honestly, Melissa, how do you get anything done? He is the sweetest…..

    Diana

  9. Heidi @ GGIP says:

    That is so cute! It looks like he has the same color ear mold as my son has.

  10. cici says:

    this is too cute. i love the laid back casual style on the couch, too.

  11. sarah says:

    Simply scrumptious.

  12. michelle waters says:

    I love that!

    And nice job on the diaper pouch. Very cute…

  13. amy says:

    awwwwww…

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