Today, my kids dug up a potato from our garden. It was one I'd obviously left in the ground from last year's harvest.
My 6-year-old daughter, Lauren, was so excited and exclaimed, "Isn't it the best potato you've ever seen? Can you make it for dinner tonight? I broke off all the white branches too!"
"Oh, you mean the eyes?" I responded.
"The WHAT?" she squeaked.
"The eyes...of the potato," I said again.
"Is it watching me right now?! I'm not eating that potato because it's going to be looking at me when I eat him!" she screamed, dropping the potato and running out of the room.