That's my boy.

A few years ago, a friend of John's gave him Darth Tater. Since that time, this particular potato head has been sitting on a bookshelf in our (not often used) living room. And on the infrequent occasion that one of us passes it, we declare, "Darth Tater!" and giggle a little.

JJ found Darth Tater today. He brought said potato head to the kitchen table where he examined each of his appendages with the serious concentration of a medical student studying for a final exam. He slowly removed the arms, and the feet, and tugged at the cape. With a little help, he then put all of the pieces back together again. Finally, he shook Darth Tater, and heard the extra plastic parts rattling around inside. JJ's eyes became wide as he looked at me and proclaimed...

"CANDY!"