Gold In Those Potatoes

When my Grandson, Wyatt, age 7, came back from Lava Hot Springs and he picked up a rock there thinking it was a meteor rock. He was going to sell it for $10,000. He was going to pay his little brother, Dean, age 4, $10.00 if he screamed into the street, "Meteor rock for $10,000" and he sold it. So after his mother and I laughed about it, I told her that if he didn't sell it by the time I saw him again, which could be several weeks, I would offer him $20 for it. Shortly thereafter he called me and said in his very jumbled up kid talk, I'll sell it to you for $30, I thought didn't that go up, then in the same conversation he said "I'll sell it to you for $40." This seemed strange the price was going up not down.

The next day I just happen to have to go down to their house, and when I got there, there were two signs, one on the mailbox and one on a landscape rock stating, "$10,000,000 (he thought it was $10,000) for meteor rock." So immediately he pounced on me, did you see my rock, I told him no, he said it was right in front of the sign. So Gary and I went out and there was a small little rock in front of the sign about 3" in diameter. We had to laugh. So after lunch I told his mom that I was going to teach Wyatt how to bard er so she needed to help him.

He said "Grandma I will sell you that special meteor rock for $60." I laughed, and said "Wyatt the price isn't suppose to go up, but go down. So we went back and forth and finally Grandma paid $35 with the agreement $7 went to his little brother.

Last night I got stuck in traffic for two hours which would have normally taken 45 minutes. You could say I wasn't happy. So for entertainment purposes I called my daughter and she was right in the middle of screaming at the kids and making dinner, so I told her I would talk to her later. A few minutes later, my oldest grandson which is soon to be 7, called me and he said Grandma are you going to have to pee in the car and get no food tonight. Which I figured out his mom told him I was stuck in the car in traffic. I about peed my pants just thinking about what he said.

We had a nice entertaining talk when I told him I needed to go and would talk to him later, I got another phone call from my youngest grandson of that family, Dean, age 4, obviously jilted from not talking to his grandma and he asked where we were going on our trip this week. I said "to Ide-ho, Ide-ho, Ide-ho (aka Idaho). I said "do you want to go," he said "nope I've already been there." I said "really when," he said, "I went to Lava Hot Springs, Idaho." I thought I guess that means he will never have to go back to that state again. I asked him what is Idaho famous for. He didn't know. I told him he eats them everyday. So finally I told him it was the Ide-ho potato. He said really. I said do you know there are gold in those potatoes, he said really. I told him that per ca pita (now really do they know what per ca pita is, not) Idaho has the richest people in the United States because of the Ide-ho potato. I told him there is gold in those brown things.

So now they think meteors only hit the State of Idaho and there is gold in their potatoes.