A beautiful day

It's breakfast time, and we are enjoying delicious Aloo Paranthas.

There's a certain sweetness in the potatoes, and my younger brother and sister are having an amusing argument about who bought the sweet potatoes and mother is made the unwilling referee. Myself, and a cousin (staying with us for few days) are laughing clutching our sides.

After some funny exchanges (like that the last time they bought potatoes, they were soiled, and so cannot be from cold storage, and how cold storage potatoes can be soiled before selling), my sister: "I know precisely how you got the sweet potatoes. You must have asked rates of the 2-3 varieties of potatoes the shopkeeper had, and bought the ones with lowest price". My brother is indignant and says that even if it's like that, he can never buy sweet potatoes. Brother: "I always tell the shopkeeper that I want sweet potatoes, and only buy from one who says he does not have any". Needless to say, mother, who so far was refraining from laughing, joined us in the laugh riot.

Start of another beautiful day!!!