We know that all potatoes have eyes. Well, a little Girl Potato and a Boy Potato had eyes for each other, and finally married. They had a little sweet potato, whom they called Yam. Of course, they wanted the best for Yam. When it was time, they told her about the facts of life. They warned her about going out and getting half-baked, so she wouldn't get accidentally mashed and get a bad name for herself, like "Hot-Potato" and end up with a bunch of Tater Tots. Yam told her parents not to worry. No Spud would get her into the sack and make a rotten potato out of her! But on the other hand, she wouldn't stay home and become a Couch Potato, either. She would get plenty of exercise and eat well so as not to be skinny like her Shoestring cousins. When she went off to Europe, Mr. and Mrs. Potato told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland and the greasy guys from France called the French Fries. When she went out west, she was told to watch out for the Indians so she wouldn't get scalloped. Yam promised to stay on the straight and narrow and not associate with those high-class Yukon Golds, nor the ones from the other side of the tracks who advertise their trade on all the trucks that say, "Frito Lay." Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U. (Potato University) so that when she graduated, she'd really be in the Chips. But in spite of all they did for her, one day Yam came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw. Tom Brokaw? Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset. They told Yam she couldn't possibly marry Tom Brokaw because he was just a . . . are you ready for this? > > > > > > > > > > Because he was just a Common Tater.