K-K beamed with pride, taking advantage of the opportunity to show off her latest accomplishment. Her replies were swift and confident as various family members quizzed her. What color is your dress? What color is your daddy’s shirt? What color…? What color…?
What color are the mashed potatoes? Her forehead scrunched in concentration. “I don’t know, but they’re not green!” she finally declared with authority.
So every year, someone asks, “K, what color are the mashed potatoes?”
Aren’t the little traditions of family life priceless? Golden threads woven in and out of our memories, reflecting all we have shared that binds us together, makes us who we are…