THE POTATO

I think there is a potato in my shoe or like he says karpebbla.... he cant say kartafla (potato in Icelandic).
Last night Úlfur was being really naughty. He didn't want to go to bed or brush his teeth and was just being very stroppy.
So last night Santa gave him an old ugly potato in his shoe in the window. His face is so sad and he has already promised that he is going to bee good today....and tomorrow....and forever :)

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ps. he is throwing the potato in the bin..... he is not going to eat it :)