Mr. Potato Head stopped by the other day for a little visit. Although he looked somewhat surprised, I could detect that whimsical smile of his; faint, but still there. We had a cup of tea, and then he said he thought he might go to the barber's, for a trim, feeling that his hair was getting out of control. (He can be a little vain, always so concerned about his appearance.) So, we said our good byes and he said he would stop by again somtime.