why is there a potato in the living room?

Oh yes, because this is Finny's favorite toy now! I've found that you can offer the most colorful, most exciting-looking toy to Finny and what does he go after? A potato. A couple of weeks ago, he found a bag of potatoes. I put the potatoes back and later found him in the kitchen again with the same potato in his hand as before. Fine. You can play with the potato. Well, it's been over 2 weeks and he is still playing with that same potato. It's so bruised now that each time I pick it up I think it's going to disintegrate in my hand, but it holds up to his abuse. I told him this morning that it's time to retire the poor potato and I threw it away. He chose a new one from the bag, but apparently it's not as good as the first one. Now, he has to empty the bag out and spread them all over the house. Who knows how many more were in the bag. I'll never know if I found all of them. Ask me in a couple of months when there's a strange smell coming from my living room.