Yep, every time my mom was getting me cleaned up to go somewhere (usually Church), she'd look in my ears and say, "My goodness, you could grow potatoes in those ears, they're so dirty!"
The image this conjured up in my four-, five-, or six-year-old mind was hilarious, to say the least. I could picture a magician-like man pulling potatoes out of my ears, the way one such man at a carnival had retrieved quarters from them.
Then I'd think of the lush potato vines in our garden, picture such vines growing from both ears, and cringe a little.
Although I never had an earache in my life, I've had some ear problems for the last few months. If I'd press against either ear, it was a bit painful. I couldn't sleep on my left side at night because it hurt my ear too much to press it against my pillow. Otherwise, I didn't think much about it, although I mentioned it to Cliff a few times.
Yesterday my right ear felt strange, and I stuck my finger in my ear and felt.... something! ACK! I called Cliff inside, handed him a flashlight, and had him look in my ear.
"Oh my Gosh," he said. "There's a hunk of wax... or something... in there."
He was afraid if we messed with it, we'd shove it down where it might cause some problems, and suggested I call the doctor.
This morning I saw the nurse-practitioner. Yep, wax buildup.
I won't even talk about the stuff that emerged from both my ears when the lady flushed them out with water (interesting experience; couldn't she have used warm water?), but it almost looked like little new potatoes. My childhood nightmare come true. Thanks, Mother!
At least I can hear better now.