no small potatoes

With one child having been excused from the table for complaining about the meal which had been so lovingly prepared for her, Tim (in an effort to repair my feelings) said 'I like your potatoes'. Then the boys starting saying they like my potatoes, but missing (thankfully) the innuendo. Chas says he likes then so much he wants to marry them before he eats them, like a praying mantis. We almost died laughing.