Wyatt loves his Mr. Potato Head.
L O V E S the thing.
And every day he asks for "poto. head."
And yes, just like that. As if it's two, separate sentences. Poto. Head.
We're working on saying potato...it's "zucchini" all over again.
Poto.Head. will keep Wyatt entertained for HOURS if I'd let him.
But what cracks me up the most, is this:
We've got a tongue and a mustache where his ears should be, and ears for a mouth.
Wyatt prefers the Picasso method.
And it's not like he doesn't know his facial features, because he definitely does, he just likes to defy normality, I guess.