" 'I suddenly knew what I wanted.' He pulled up his left pant leg. There was a small tattoo just above his ankle... All day everyone told Calvin what they would have gotten: a fire-breathing dragon, a lightning bolt, a creature from outer space.
None of them said they would have gotten a potato.
But Calvin knew better... He looked at his potato. He smiled. It made him happy.
He was sure he had made the right choice.
At least he was pretty sure."
How about them 'taters. You should go get a tattoo of everyone's favorite potato on your ankle!
Seriously though, go.
Why not get this?