He wakes up from a fever dream

And the first words that stutter 

Out of his mouth are, "Potato Famine.... Potato Famine!"

And I ask if he's ok, and he says

Again to me, "Potato Famine!"

So I take his temperature 

And ask if he dreamed of the potato famine.

He stirs about a bit and answers it

Like any good 14year old,

"Yes," he says.

And I say, "Wow! It sounds like you got

A serious taste of the potato famine in your dream!

Maybe it's a nod to the Irish in our ancestry!"

Then he says, "I'm hungry, Mom.

Can we go to chic-fil-a this morning

And get some of their fries?"

And I say, "No, chic-fil-a is closed today. 

It's Sunday."

And he rolls his eyes and groans

And curses under his breath,

"POTATO FAMINE!"

-jenn