The "Eggs and Potatoes both look the same, don't they?" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Overcast and not looking like it was going to get any better.  My daughter and granddaughters arrived yesterday and we attended the Big 33 Football Game in Hershey, PA last evening.  My son-in-law was the head coach of the Maryland team and stayed in Hershey last evening.  This morning he called and told his family that it was raining in Hershey and wasn't a good day to go to Hershey Park.  Instant disappointment, since they were anxiously awaiting his call to see where they would meet him for their day on the amusement rides.  My granddaughter Camille was all set to ride the "Comet", the old wooden coaster that was always my favorite, and I told her to hold her hands up the whole way down the first hill as she thought of me.  Hard to understand why you can't do what you had planned because of the weather, but their tickets can be used at a later date.  It became obvious very soon that my granddaughters were becoming antsy and were ready to head home to see their friends, so my daughter helped them pack their bags and prepared to head home to Urbana, MD.  My wife asked if they would like her to pack a sandwich and chips for each so they wouldn't have to stop on the way home to eat.  That idea was greeted with enthusiasm, one of the first positive responses of the morning.  Carol took two orders for chipped smoked turkey and one for egg salad.  Camille had gone to the store with me yesterday and picked out the egg salad which is a favorite.  Carol packed the sandwiches in plastic containers and the chips in baggies and gave all bottles of water for the trip home.  Eventually, after many hugs and kisses, my daughter and granddaughter hit the road for the two hour ride home.  As Carol and I came back into the house I noticed that she had not put the lunch meat and egg salad back in the fridge so I headed to the counter to take care of that chore.  

Then I stopped ...... and said to Carol, "Why did you have the potato salad out with a knife in it?"  She looked puzzled, then laughed and said, "Did I just made Camille a potato salad sandwich?"  Yep, that's what she did.  Camille and I had purchased both egg and potato salad and they were in the same type of container.  Carol just picked up the wrong one.  She picked up the phone and called our daughter.  "Brynn, did Camille eat her sandwich yet?  If not, it's potato salad and not egg salad."  We both could hear Brynn's laughter coming from the phone.  She promised not to tell her and hung up.  Half an hour later the phone rang and the 301 area code told us that Camille had taken a bite.  She was on the phone and said, "Amah, that wasn't egg salad, but it was OK."  We laughed again and found out she ate the whole thing anyway.  Maybe will become her favorite sandwich.  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.