The Spuds had three daughters, all of whom went away to college. There they met and dated several different people. All three became engaged at the same time, and went home to tell their parents.
The oldest daughter said, "Mom, Dad, I have some good news. I'm getting married!"
The parents asked, "So who is the lucky fellow?"
"His name is Daniel Russet," the daughter said, with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Wonderful!" The proud parents exclaimed. "The Russets are a distinguished line of potatoes!"
The middle daughter said, "Mom, Dad, I have good news, too. I'm also engaged to be married."
"And who are you going to marry, dear?"
"His name is Benjamin Idaho," the daughter replied.
"Oh, the Idahos are a fine old potato family," Mom and Dad Spud said. "We're so happy for both of you!"
The youngest daughter's turn came. She said, "Mom, Dad, you won't believe this. I'm engaged, too!"
"And who is your lucky fellow?" the parents wanted to know.
His name is Tom Brokow," was the reply.
At this the parents looked at their youngest daughter with a disapproving stare. "But, honey," they gasped. "That won't do at all! Why, he's just . . . a common tater!"
The oldest daughter said, "Mom, Dad, I have some good news. I'm getting married!"
The parents asked, "So who is the lucky fellow?"
"His name is Daniel Russet," the daughter said, with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Wonderful!" The proud parents exclaimed. "The Russets are a distinguished line of potatoes!"
The middle daughter said, "Mom, Dad, I have good news, too. I'm also engaged to be married."
"And who are you going to marry, dear?"
"His name is Benjamin Idaho," the daughter replied.
"Oh, the Idahos are a fine old potato family," Mom and Dad Spud said. "We're so happy for both of you!"
The youngest daughter's turn came. She said, "Mom, Dad, you won't believe this. I'm engaged, too!"
"And who is your lucky fellow?" the parents wanted to know.
His name is Tom Brokow," was the reply.
At this the parents looked at their youngest daughter with a disapproving stare. "But, honey," they gasped. "That won't do at all! Why, he's just . . . a common tater!"