We Have No Toys

My poor son. It's a sad, sad story. We have no toys for him to play with and so he must find his own playthings. There are no blocks, no balls, no bikes. He has to make do with a bag of potatoes. The only way in the whole house to entertain himself.

First, empty the bag onto the rug.

Then, roll around on the potatoes.

Next, lay on your back and try to hold one with your feet.

Later, I found one stuffed into each of those little food storage containers. Leftovers I guess!