My two sons came in from playing one day and gathered up a handfull of potatoes from the kitchen.
"Where do y'all think y'all are going with those?" I said. I knew the answer would be very interesting. It was.
My youngest son said, "The knew boy down the street has a whole sack of potatoes, and when we walk by, he whops us with them."
"Yeah," my oldest son said, "and we are fixin to give Mr. Jo Jo Tater a taste of his own medicine. Hey, let's use sweet potatoes; they're bigger."
That was 15 years ago, and I still laugh about it. Oh, I didn't let them take the sweet potatoes; I like em too much. However, my wife didn't miss a few red spuds.
"Jo Jo Tater." I liked that.