Yesterday at the farmers market, we stopped at the Olsen Farms potato stand. Iris selected some red Desirees, which I’m going to mash and serve with sausages this week.

The potato guy gave Iris a tattoo.

This morning at breakfast, Iris said, “When we go to the market next week, will there be more tattoos?”

“Maybe,” I said. “I think I want one next week. Can I ask the potato guy for one?”

“No, you’re too furry.”