Boy, giggling, told me that he brought in the sack of potatoes from the porch. [giggle giggle] It can't wait because the potatoes are getting rotten... Can't I just go look at them now?
Oh! How strong to carry all those potatoes into the house. [Sack of potatoes starts to giggle and wriggle.] I'd better go put them away! [Giggle giggle squirm]
A wee face! [Outright laughter now!]
Mama! My whole body is in here! [More laughter.]
My very own potato head!