  OK. So The Dr. and I are now the proud owners of a brand new, $17 Mr. Potato Head. He even comes in a clear plastic suitcase to store him and all his parts. Of course, I think you can still store some things in his butt, which I think must be really handy. I spent my lunch break driving to Bellevue to the Toys R Us to buy him. After calling all the Wal-Marts, Targets and Toys R Uses in the greater Nashville area, I found that to be the ONLY store that had one in stock.
The Dr. wants him for something he's doing in his lesson tonight. I have no idea what. I just know that I've been looking longingly through the plastic to the little fireman hat and the big red lips, and I'm DYING to play with him. I also want to give him a name. Funny story that I'm reminded of: My sister's pastor has two young boys.
One of them, when he was very small, because of his extended exposure to church and church people, called his own carbohydrate friend Brother Potato Head. When I heard that story, I immediately thought of all kinds of marketing tie-ins. For instance, he could come with his own offering plate and large KJV Bible. 
