~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. Potato;
Couch potato is what Oliver was feeling like at the minute.
It was after just after he and Esme had completed with their unpacking. Despite using magic, moving into a new house was no easy feat. He lay on the couch with his head resting on the arm. Ironically, he was falling asleep and what was he dreaming of was...
That’s right!
A potato!
Oliver suddenly jerked awake and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Baby?’’ he called. “Do we have any potatoes?’’ He now craved the baked spuds in their jackets and did not mind making some for dinner. |