Mr. Potato

I fondly remember sitting in my playroom listening to the Chipmucks Christmas album and playing with my new little potato friend. So, its funny for me to watch my son put the eyes where the nose should and call it pot-pot head. My Grandmother swears that one Christmas she gave my mother a real potato , instead of our modern day plastic bucket o' fun. I mean that had to be weird and smelly after a couple of days. Of course if you got hungry at least you had a snack. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Potato_Head